“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.” ~ Carl Sagan
“The resting place of the mind is the heart. The only thing the mind hears all day is clanging bells and noise and argument, and all it wants is quietude. The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That’s where you need to go.” ~ Elizabeth Gilbert
“Like those in the valley behind us, most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships.” ~ Robert Pirsig
The cat has this thing. She will jump up to my lap when I sit down with the first cup of morning coffee – French roast, BTW; deep dark and bitter; my ex-wife introduced it to me back in ’76. But I digress giggling. So, after her jump, Rosie the cat settles in with her head facing toward my left. I boost her when I need (carefully chosen word there) the second cup. I sit down again, in my accustomed half-lotus, and she gets back on the lap with her head facing the other way. She rests, sleeps, whatever, with her head up, not down. I cannot type upon the keyboard without brushing up against the very tip of her ear, which means it tickles each and every time. So I raise my arms and shoulders to avoid the tickle. It’s gonna be quite odd to tell the massage therapist that this week’s particular shoulder kinks are because of the cat’s left ear. Or maybe not. Maybe she will grok the issue, because she has two cats. Each and every one of those alien mammals we call cats are friggin weird. I used to work with shelter cats. I know! To call this sort of ubiquitous cat annoyance a conspiracy would be an understatement. Cats have evolved beyond such minor concepts as conspiracy. They operate at a higher level. That’s why they can make us laugh so easily. I knew two shelter kittens, Quentin Tarantino and Alan Thicke, who could make me spurt out a laugh just by looking at them. They were in it together.
I’m about to step out on the deck before the darkness fades and the workday comes within sight. I like the night. I’ve been getting up around 3 AM since just after my NDE, head trauma, bicycle catastrophe, whatever, back in ’84. This was down in the Keys, where 3 AM is often the only cool part of the day. The Miami Herald usually hit the newspaper dispensers around 4 AM. I’d bicycle down to the box at Abel’s Bait and Tackle, right next to Howard Johnson’s, to get the morning news. I was headed back to my secluded trailer by the sea one night and I got pulled over by a County cop. He asked me what I was doing out bicycling at such an early hour. I told him “I live here”. He got a look of baffled revelation on his face and left me to go on my way. All I did was tell him the obvious truth. Is that so odd? Anyway, moving forward, it’s time to go outside for a few minutes. Busy backson.
There was a bunch of singing coyotes out close up on the mesa. It was soooo cool! The Trickster is afoot in the land. I’m all about spirituality these days. It’s a kinda hafta thing for me, considering that I am endeavoring to lift myself up after several years of a shadow world depressive phase. It’s hard work, and the Goddess is just the one to turn to. It is worth it, so her giggling is bearable. Listen up, I’m not that funny, k? I don’t know why she giggles. Wink, wink. The need to turn to the Goddess was launched upon me when a woman engaged my heart a while back. This required some flexibility on my part, and right now I need to flex right on out into the throngs of people who inhabit the workaday world. Wish me luck, k? Thanks, yer a pal.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.