I dig the number 11. Reminds me of those two ancient pillars, Space and Time, and me living in between.
I like seeing it show up on my digital clocks, that 11:11 observational bias thing.
I like pausing for that one minute and wishing for something. Not because I think that minute has magical powers, but because on this earth I have the freedom to direct my energy where I choose. And harnessing a mind for a solid minute in the service of a single wish, well now that’s a pretty significant direction of energy that’s gotta amount to something. I don’t know, call it prayer.
And I like November. New Year blessings and by the 11th I’m generally feeling I can tackle new things.
So 11-11-11 seemed a perfectly reasonable and human-imposed auspicious date for starting this here blog.
Sure feels nice to have that first year done. We ate well; had some crop failure. Definitely hoping next year will bring less weeds. We’ll see.
For tonight, I simply want to share that above all else I dig the number 11 because it makes for a wicked cool dance beat.
Check out this YouTube of the Grateful Dead from 1968, or choose a crystal clear listen of RatDog from Meymandi Concert Hall in Raleigh from 11/11/10.
For the latter, I can personally confirm, on that eleven, a good time was had.
© Jennifer S. and harvestliberty.net, 2012.