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Monday, January 7, 2013

A Little Black Pot ...

Last night I looked at my little black, 3-legged cast-iron pot in the fire ... a wave of happiness washed over me.  You're a very rich man if you own a little pot like this, with a bow, horse and a good dog.  Who need all the TV drama, if you can watch a little black pot dance in a small fire.

Most of us have forgotten the power of a small fire, now replaced by weird little and big screens ... stealing all your precious hours of solitude.  A small fire calms the mind and is a form of meditation, it keeps predators away and make strangers feel welcome.  It provides heat and you can cook on it, forge your arrow and spearheads in it, it provides light ... to the deep hidden parts of the darkness of night and soul.  It is also the spark for immense creativity.

You can't taste the goodness of nature without a little cast-iron pot, mine walks everywhere with me - I have little time for these shiny, non-stick, light weight, aluminum clatterware - the microwave for the modern bush fairy.

I looked at my little pot doing the tango in the smallest of flames and I wonder about the bigger pots in life.  See ... a bigger pot means a bigger fire, more stuff inside and more than one mouth, more eyes watching a tango ... solitude gone.  One needs special people to share a fire and a pot, because it is such a special place ... a place where a lack of respect can't be tolerated.

The moment you share a pot with another ... it get's complicated.  The sharing can only work over a long period of time if both really SHARE the responsibilities.  If not, then one can only last so long doing everything.  The worst is that kind of person who does not share in the duties but complains about everything and expects chronic entertainment.  Stillness of the mind do not exist for these type of people.

It is easy to keep a pot going, once it is heated up it only needs a small amount of heat.  You're not a good cook if you let the fire die.  Even worse when two people share a pot and let the fire die.  It is hard work for one person to keep the fire going for two or more - it can only last so long ... then one day you'll see that person and his little pot gone ... forever.  Walking the mountains and streams, looking for a place of Stillness and Solitude.

When we are very young, not knowing much or just plain ignorant  ... not understanding Stillness and Solitude - we are constantly looking for that One sitting very happy and content, watching his little pot in a small fire.  We then look for entertainment and knowledge, not respecting the wisdom of the moment, not understanding that what we are looking for ... is just that ... in the Stillness and Solitude.  A lack of respect, a lot of promises, a lot of talking and no doing and just plain ignorance, make us wake up one morning ... a soul and a little black pot has moved on ... walking the mountains and streams, looking for Stillness and Solitude.  Such is the power of a little pot dancing the tango in the smallest of flames.

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