“Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune. ” ~ C. G. Jung
I suppose you get used to things. So why can’t I get used to the ringing in my ears? It is simply always there. But I know it’s not my ears doing it. Some manner of conspiracy of neural pathways in my brain are chronically reacting to some sinus condition, or just the the general vacancy in my head. I’ll never figure it out, right? I won’t even try. A few years back I was at sea level, visiting. My ears didn’t ring there. Maybe this is just my own mysterious version of Rocky Mountain High. I don’t know, I just wish it would stop, at any time, at any altitude. It didn’t prevent me from hearing the chorus of coyotes an hour ago. Neighborhood dogs as well. It’s a good sound. Meanwhile, moving forward, that is all in the past. Let it go, dude. There is no past. You can’t go there so it ain’t there. Whatever. I could, right now, dive right in to a nice session of pop philosophy. But what good would that do? And then I remind myself that this blog is a workshop/playground. I can friggin do as I please. Okay? Some mornings I end up free writing just hoping to break pace and outrun my superego for a while. At first this seems to be a noble and enlightened cause, to leave the superego in the dust, but then I remember that it always implores me to hurry up. This is Trickster stuff. This is Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner stuff. Did you ever stop to consider that Coyote is always trying to kill Roadrunner? What are we teaching our children with this stuff?! Even Bugs Bunny had more compassion for Elmer Fudd. And as much as Rocky the Flying Squirrel might fly far afield he always returned to Bullwinkle. There was love there. But Coyote always had some kind of device or contraption. The writers of the show didn’t really know Coyote at all, did they? Coyote of legend uses myths and liminal magic to achieve his goals, if he has any. Mmmm – I think I’ll step out onto the deck before the pre-dawn light get too far along. Busy backson.
The light is coming up fast. I’ve grown weary of Summer. It’s the Autumn of my Madness, I suppose. But I did catch the last hints of lavender light before everything went to blue. The long hours of light are what makes . . . I guess I’ll just take a nap when I get home from work; sleep until the chickens go to roost and the turkey reclaims his post atop the coop. Get up, close the coop door, then go back to sleep for the night. Sounds like a plan. Today is a National holiday. Twill be a busy retail day at work. I’m already tired. The day will pass quickly. I’m smiling. That’s the main thing.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.