A Bustle In My Hedgerow

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“I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.”  ~  Hermann Hesse

I’m running really late with the coffee this morning. Bad on me. It tastes so good. In fact it feels good as well. As well it should. Eyes puffy, sinuses moaning; it’s all allergies. Sometimes I sorely miss living at the edge of the Florida Straits where the air pumped in by the Southeast breeze seemed so crystal clear compared to this spare pollen-ridden stuff. But the islands go well in a daydream, so perhaps I will use that dream as a crutch today. I’m none too keen on reality this morning. I feel like rambling, and sleeping, then rambling again. It was somewhat of a ramble yesterday afternoon. Therapy session, brief stop by my doctor’s office to reconnect after a years’ absence. The last time I was there was to have my GP refer me to the neurologist, Dr. Wangs. Gotta love that name, right? It was about a petit mal seizure I had. That was a truly odd experience having that seizure. There was nothing dramatic about it, just a cloud of perplexity that  .  .  .  well, it was a bustle in my hedgerow. The darned neurological phenomenon was a shoutout to my intellect to QUIT WITH THE NEEDLESS HIGH LEVELS OF STRESS ALREADY. Like chill dude, k?

I’m kinda sorta near the high stress level again and I mean to nip it in the bud. My apologies for using an idiom there. It just kind of slipped out. At least it wasn’t an aphorism, right? Ya gotta draw the line somewhere. Anyway  .  .  .  oh yeah! The therapist and I got into a really cool Jungian rap yesterday. Give me an archetype any day, and I can weave it into a blanket of pure comfort. Now maybe I shouldn’t be going on about my mental issues, but what else have I got. A Jungian rap can bring the Big Picture back into view. There’s a lot to be said about that. Truth be told I haven’t seen the Big Picture for quite a while, not since I accepted the austerity measures into my life. This too shall pass. I had a bowl of budget-friendly canned clam chowder last evening. T’warn’t no chowder. I’ll tell you that right now. It was more of a beverage. And as a beverage it was really quite nice.

After all that Jungian stuff yesterday I’m pretty much going with the magic today. There are a couple of things in my life right now that need a strong injection of that magic. Things get too banal and boy howdy them stress levels go bugfuck, shooting up. That’s because we are magical beings and the denial of that creates stress. See? So I’ll be walking with my Spirit guides today, and if I need to like say stuff to peeps I will have a committee behind me of eminent stature. There is also love in the world. Smiles, y’all. The day begins.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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