More Thoughts

The little wild violets are starting to bloom. The white ones come first although I did notice two of the violet/blue ones today. This one came from the piece of our lot that heads out to the old barn or whatever that building is. Yes, it does look like a barn but barns don't usually have steps. 

Another stellar day but chilly and it's going to freeze tonight. I was going to stay in and be cozy but then I thought I might as well go trim a few more sego palms in different parts of the yard and I did that and then the next thing I knew, Mr. Moon and I were cutting the limbs on the fig tree that had drooped to the ground. We had no idea what we were doing and I suppose we either helped the old thing, stunted it, or killed it. At least this way we can keep the area around it mown and get rid of the cherry laurels and other trash trees that just do want to take root there and also, I can fertilize it. 

So there was that and some laundry and a little futile patching of a pair of Mr. Moon's jeans which always makes me feel like Cocaine Katy, the freaky old lady who embroidered on jeans in the classic song by Dr. Hook and The Medicine Show, "Cover of the Rolling Stone."

Except not. Of course. No cocaine around here, thank you very much. And to be honest, I am not very freaky. 

And of course, Maurice had to come and watch. 

She has spent much of the day sleeping on an air vent in the hallway. This is how you know it is cold. When it's just a little bit chilly, she sleeps in the chair right next to the air vent which, at the moment, has the beautiful shawl that Kathleen made me in it. So I think she probably enjoyed sitting outside in the sun and blinking at the world the way cats do as if they were always just waking up or perhaps, falling asleep. 

A not-much-of-anything day but I did spend some time answering comments on the post with the quote about perception and I was so gratified by how many of you did indeed give me your thoughts. And I was happily surprised at how many interpretations of those words I got. All of them valid and great. I even got an email from a reader who plans to use the quote in her Social Work classes as a way to introduce students to the different realities of the people they may come to work with. And I got another email from a cyber friend reader who does indeed believe in miracles and wrote me a beautiful response that I would quote here but I do not have his permission. It involves the way life is like a spider web and everything we do in it (on it?) affects all of it. 

Yes. 
A thing that occurs to me is that the mind-expanding drugs, be they the powerful LSD, the gentler psilocybin, or even the now-almost-legal cannabis, seem to be designed specifically to work with our brain chemistry to allow us to peek into the portal that leads to differing and yet, genuine realities. I do not regret my psychedelic journeys in the least. I am grateful for them. I would say that they have not hindered my ability to live in "this" world, but in some ways, they have. I cannot tolerate abject bullshit, the concept of boundaries and the defense of them with war, or the sort of blindness that seems to be so prevalent when it comes to the suffering or even feelings of others. But I consider these traits to be be worthy of having. And of course there is that universal experience of many psychedelics users of becoming aware that all IS one in a way that transcends language. Which is very much like the spider web. 

And although I really do NOT understand quantum mechanics or quantum theory, all of that also seems to be part of our inability to perceive other, quite genuine realities. 
And universes, perhaps. 
Probably. 

Well, as usual, this is not what I sat down to write. I never really sit down to write anything. It just comes out. 

But now I'm going to go cook some supper. The man has gone to a basketball game with Tom and will be home soon. 

Let me know any more thoughts you have. Or not. 

Stay warm and safe. 

Love....Ms. Moon