“The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon” ~ Ken Kesey
“There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.” ~ Neil Gaiman
It’s not something I would usually say, but today feel rather ordinary. But aren’t we supposed to reach for the stars, or something like that? Aim higher, dream bigger? Yeh, why not, but I am settling for ordinary at the moment. As I was quite inexplicably fond of saying 25 or so years ago . . . it’s all life. Work, play, sleep, all of it. I’ll not quite label that perspective as philosophy. It’s really just an observation. As I have been feeling somewhat ill all week I have slipped into that space of nearly dreamy acceptance of . . . whatever. At first it was the ear infection. Antibiotics: check. Come to wake up this morning feeling somewhat flu-ish. Viruses don’t give a hoot about antibiotics. Yeh, yeh, yeh . . . depressed immune system: check. So, drifting, as I am wont to do at times like this, I am reminded of Richard Bach pointing out that problems come bearing gifts. Which takes me back to the dreamy acceptance. It is essentially stillness. Another thing that dreamy acceptance is is a low-level appeal to the Spirits and Ancestor to come on down, or over, whatever. Connection with the Spirit World seems to have become my ‘go to’ endeavor for 2017. For one thing, albeit a rather mundane reason, it is to provide a ready hidey hole from the monstrous doings emanating from the White House, and the Legislative Branch of our American government. What a friggin bunch of mean little shits! I mean, come on. They say they are here to help people, us little, common folks. That is talk. Their walk, however, ain’t nothin’ of the sort. And as for the meanest littlest shit of all . . . there are at this point no words. He needs to be on the receiving end of a Three Stooges routine, with him playing the part of Curly. Nah, no real violence, just a healthy dose of slapstick seasoned with a mad dash of absurdity. He’s got absurdity in spades. Poor little fella. Now, moving forward, I need to step outside to have a look at the weather. A look at the weather includes getting a feel for it as well. Gon out. Backson. Bisy backson.
K, it is indeed quite cold out there. As I walked out toward the side gate I saw Oscar the turkey perched directly over the door of the chicken coop. Then, as I stood beside the car I heard the mighty flutter of his powerful wings. I know personally just how powerful those wings are. He smacked me a good one upside the head once, back before we became best buddies. Point is Oscar comes down to join me when he sees me out there. As I returned from the car, there he was, tail feathers spread out like them turkeys do. He’s one magnificent beast. Alas, tis time for me to hit the shower. I was gonna write some about the Divine Feminine but there ain’t time for that. It doesn’t mean I won’t look for that, Her, whatever, as I go through my day. See, I need to learn to receive her gifts. I held them at bay ever since my bike accident and head trauma in 1984. Now’s the time.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.