“No one is ever more him/herself than when they really laugh. Their defenses are down. It’s very Zen-like, that moment. They are completely open, completely themselves when that message hits the brain and the laugh begins. That’s when new ideas can be implanted. If a new idea slips in at that moment, it has a chance to grow.” ~ George Carlin
Don’t you just love a surreal path. That’s me today. I know exactly the moment it kicked in, this merging of the Dreamtime with mundane reality, but I’ll get to that later. The morning feels sweet. I relish these times, when sweetness disregards the perfusion of evidence, and snuggles with the moment, like a cat under the blankets, like a dream under the light of the moon. We all do that at times. You do, don’t you? If not I apologize. Sweetness, when timeless, is a smile on a dog, or a playful look on the cat’s face. I work within proximity of these animals. Lucky me.
The moment when I slipped into the Dreamtime is when I got news of our former veterinarian at the animal shelter, and how he was slapped on the hand with a brick of a ruling, a ruling by the State Veterinary board. The brick is metaphorical, of course. I have reported, here at EyeYotee, about the situation of which the issues regarding the vet are just one part. It was suggested that I need to apologize for standing up, for having the courage of my convictions, for for taking sides in a situation that never needed to be sullied by oppositional vectors. I’m not going to apologize just yet, or maybe never. The broken-hearted former employees, those who were terminated, or who departed employment through a decision of their own, they chose their path, whatever their personal motives were. A broken heart is predominantly a spiritual thing, at least that’s how I see it. Personally I’d rather not turn back within the winds of change, looking back to shout at the pain. Were some of the detractors of the shelter whistle-blowers? Yeah, maybe. Did they do a noble thing through their actions regarding the issues. Yeah, I can see that but I’m not at all convinced. For example, I could have filed complaints against the supermarket I worked in for over ten years. I had documented compelling evidence that strongly suggested that I was conspired against, and rather than just terminating me in the first place some of them let the pain and anxiety continue. This is a morale issue. But I chose to not file a complaint. I’m not exactly sure of why I chose that path instead of going the hard-nosed way of a champion. Why did I do that? Some questions need never be answered, for they are road signs that evoke inner vision, they are mile markers that give rise to the vision of hope, and they are gnarly little rascals that can also cause one to question one’s self-confidence. It’s the old two-edged sword routine. Stand tall. That’s what I say. And embrace ambiguity if that’s what you need to do, k?
“To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.” ~ Ursula K. LeGuin
So – sans apologies I walk along on my own mist-filled path. I’ve witnessed the dark side of the situation, in the form of a burnt-out frame of an automobile, right there in the parking lot of the shelter. It was the damnedest thing! My personal WTF mode was commandeered by fear, and said fear made a connection between the heated arguments afoot in the world and the crispy car. It has been suggested that the arson had nothing to do with the matters at hand, but it did. Yes, it did. People experienced various levels of terror. Fingers need not be pointed when happenstance stands clearly before your eyes. I mean, who did such a thing, and why? It’s best that these, this, whatever, question not go all ambiguous and stuff. Don’tcha know, 200 animals were put in danger of death. Was the arson connected with the review board’s action against the vet? Fuck if I know. And I rarely use expletives in this blog. That alone says a lot, don’tcha know.
“You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond” ~ Pink Floyd
Dude like yeah go on and shine. It won’t hurt ya none. But that’s not the point, now, is it? G’wan do it anyway.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.