“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.” ~ Mark Twain
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ~ William Butler Yeats
This is the first time in quite a while that I have slept until the light is coming up in the sky. Rosie the cat tried to wake me earlier but I held tight, snapped at her to chill out, and got a little more sleep. We, Rosie and I, are going through a behavior modification phase. It is her behavior that is targeted, but that also means that mine must shift accordingly. It may be presumption on my part, but I reckon that since I work with animals for 40 hours a week I may have garnered some insight into how to go about such a task. So far it is working. Wish me luck. I do. Retraining cats is akin to herding cats – and we all know how that goes, eh?
My old science fiction habits of thought have been coming back to me lately. The very recent claim that we will confirm the existence of extraterrestrial life within 20 years actually turns my thoughts to the life we have right here on this wondrous planet. Take Draco, for instance. He is the fella in the opening photo. This guy is the victim of prejudice, and maybe even of malfeasance in the past. He’s a sweetie pie, face it. Draco is one of my favorite among the 100-some dogs we house in the kennels. He weighs out at about 70 pounds, and he is always glad to see me. That last sentence hosts a disparity of subjective focus but that is par for the course on planet Earth. Perfectly formed creatures are first members of society and only second are they spawn of this beautiful and wondrous ecosystem. Creatures, ourselves included, are weighed in value, in regards to just how they may serve ideals, causes, and power mongers. Are you of value to a pseudo-capitalist system? I’m not certain that I am. But that is neither here nor there. Regardless, I am not fond of being thought of as a commodity. Are you?
Somber note, that. But there is magic afoot in the land! That is a comfort to me. It is nearly impossible to see the magic that is life unless you take to the dream world before you look. From a shamanic point of view it is all dream worlds. There are even people who call this physical reality an illusion. Can you imagine that?! When I hear that sort of claim I am often tempted to say, “I have your illusion right here, buddy”. Illusion compared to what? Once again – that is neither here nor there.
I just had a bout of “Where’s my coffee?!” so the second cup is fixin to come my way via my own doing. Self-sufficiency is nice when it comes to coffee. It’s that kind of morning here on the borderlands of the mesa just north of Taos. When I just stepped outside I saw a starling go to land up in the top of a tall pine tree. He ran into a little house finch up there and they both fled in opposite directions. The starling headed right at me until it realized that it had gone from a tiny songbird to a higher primate. That must be a rough way to start the day.
Yes, the coffee is good, and that was my goal. Success.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” ~ J. K. Rowling
I worked with the cats yesterday and we had one, a small slim male, escape when we were trying to isolate him because he is scheduled for surgery, neutering, today. He wasn’t having any of it. I had the bite-proof gloves and the capture net, but success finally came through the auspices of one very exhausted cat and a choice while fleeing that led him right to where we wanted him. I hate doing that stuff but sometimes it must be done. There is no moral to that anecdote.
I have to admit that I definitely prefer to view life as a dream, but like Ms. Rowling I seem to know better somehow. Yes, my life is a mess right now, right on down to the housekeeping in this little rental room. That can be fixed, and it will be. I’ve been without a car for days now. Mine broke down on the afternoon right before Memorial day weekend. Shop closed, case close, I had to wait until today to do something about it. A car is not a dream. At least my car is not. Goddess save me from the urge to pull out a clever analogy to go with all of these rather scattered thoughts that I am writing about this morning.
I’d better finish up this post and hit the shower. As always, it has been a pleasure to share my thought this morning. Dream, illusion, or whatever floats you boat – it’s been real. If you know what reality is don’t bother telling me, k? I’m okay with it, regardless of difficulties. Says me.
Peace out y’all. Goof gloriously. I do.