“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?” ~ Bill Watterson (Calvin and Hobbes)
“There was a brief silence in which the distant echo of Hagrid smashing down a wooden front door seemed to reverberate through the intervening years.” ~ J. K. Rowling
Early on it was gunshots. Granted, it was only a few, and I assume the target was a coyote, and I hope the marksman missed his mark. Her mark. Whatever. In the early hours of the morning what else would they be shooting at? Carlos Castaneda’s Don Juan Matus called twilight “the crack between the worlds”. It is coming up soon. My mind has delved through many spaces already this morning. Mostly I have found sadness and gratitude. I can make a case for being grateful for sadness but I ain’t goin’ there today. My gratitude is for the vivid and precious life that we live. Yeah, right, I have myself a sad life passage, and it will pass, as all things do, so why bother dissing sadness when it is an innate function for a feeling person in tough times. An impetus. “Overcoming” sadness? I don’t know. Feelings should maybe oughtta be used as tools, at least they are for me. I can’t count the times that folks have come into the hardware store where I work to return a tool because they found they already had two of them at home. Of course, I have long approached life from a “tools at hand” perspective, and although I can’t accurately describe to you what that means I can assure you that things that need fixin’ or building in my life nearly always reach fulfillment, fruition, whatever. The things that don’t I can attribute to karma, whatever that means. And then there are the cats. There’s no way I can move past memories of my time in the cattery at Stray Hearts, nor would I want to. I understand that now, that I pretty much have to accept the more negative emotions I garnered from my time there, because in getting so up close and personal with the deep spirit of these animals I got myself a heapin’ dose of treasure and mystery. So don’t tell me to “move forward” and leave the past behind, k? I have learned from the best, my friend. Just try and get a cat to do what you want it to do. Just try it. It is not stubbornness, it is targeted inertia. Ponder that for a spell. If it ultimately makes you giggle then will will have achieved full understanding. Accept no less. Cats are magickal beings. People who love cats form an enlightened fan base. How’d ya like my hyperbole there? Moving forward . . . . in Roger Zelazny’s incredible Amber Chronicles the central character, Corwin of Amber, makes a statement, one that impacted me enough that it has become a tool in my toolbox: “Sometimes you can make the most progress by going in circles”. Dude that is like soooo true dude. If you have the time, and have not read the Amber Chronicles (ten books), I highly recommend it. I actually learned a lot about the esoteric side of life from this series. Moving forward . . . my writing time for today is running short, so here I go.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.