In Arizona in the 60’s I drove

across a rocky ford in the

Verde River to Dead Horse Ranch

… where I bought fresh milk from the daughter of an Apache Chief. I had great respect for her and she taught me a lot.  Indeed, I am only now realizing some of the things she was trying to tell me.

One hot day she pointed to a small flowering weed and commented that it usually waited until it was taller to put out its flowers, but that it was in a hurry this year to make seeds because it was going to be an early winter.

And the winter did, indeed, come early.

A five-inch plant, without a brain, ‘knew.’

That speaks volumes about wisdom — and about us trying to understand reality with our minds.




2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. themadhatter
    Oct 09, 2013 @ 20:13:28

    The observer is the observed … Krishnamurti : natural wisdom


  2. nelladell
    Dec 01, 2013 @ 16:20:21

    themadhatter, there is almost certainly a very good reason that Krishnamurti didn’t go further in his ‘observation,’ but I am going to say it, anyway. In meditation one becomes the observer and the observed AND the act of observing.


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