“Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can’t stand a little silence.” ~ Carl Hiassen
“We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.” ~ James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake
For whatever reason I was reminded this morning of my 7th grade English teacher, Ms. Riddle, stepping up from her desk and bursting into song one day – “Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day” – to greet the class. It’s one of those mornings. There’s a finch chirping, singing, whatever, away over by the chicken coop and a turtledove cooing nearby. Sweet sounds to wash away the stench and dirt of the political goings on. I’m pretty much hooked on the news lately, but it is, after all is said and done, history worth watching. So now a magpie just screeched to remind me that raucous sounds also belong in the world. Nature is a gift, and her beauty has long been a balm for me in troubled times. I’m not saying that these are troubled times for me; no more than they really have been since my departure from the natural foods store back in 2012. In my heart and soul I know that panic and anxiety have colored my world in a way that amplifies and exaggerates troubles for me. Reaching through, breaking through imaginary muck, and touching the Source, is the only true way of coping. Yeh, meds help. But in my worldview psych meds are as much a part of Creation as faith healers and natural remedies. They all have their place. As my former psychiatrist – such a lovely woman – said when I asked her about marijuana for PTSD “I’m for whatever works!”. She was not allowed to prescribe it, however, because the clinic received Federal funding. I wonder what my life would be like today if she had? Just sayin. Just a few minutes ago I heard a jay come calling into the yard. I’ve not heard one of them in quite a while. Not here anyway. You may have noticed that I am in a ‘stream of consciousness’ mode this morning. As I often am. But today’s is different. Mother Nature seems to be a larger part of it than usual. When the psychotherapist recommended the other day that I might consider gaining a little more cosmic perspective it didn’t dawn on me that Nature might be involved. Silly me. I’m such a cerebral and self-conscious individual that I often forget, sometimes for long periods of time, that mine is an Earth-based spirituality. I’m certain that the Full Moon yanked me into this space. It’s a good place to be. And then there is magick, which is also a part of physical Nature, more so than you may imagine. But magick is distinct in and of itself, being more of an imaginal force. Whatever the case, whatever the degree of my accuracy in expression and thought, it’s a good team we have here, which provides that which makes existence something rather than nothing. That’s another thing that came to me out of the blue this morning – the old philosophical puzzle of why there is something instead of nothing. But I can’t be bothered with that right now, if ever. It’s a silly question. That’s why. I like being silly but I won’t take it quite that far; I ain’t goin there, k? Soooo, moving forward. Today begins a week of house and pet sitting for me. It will be a good test of my patience because the dog is a coyote-blooded nutball, as hyper as the day is long. The cat is a nutball too, but ain’t they all. Friggin weirdos. As is usual during a housesitting gig, my posting here will be spare and sporadic for the duration. The last time I did this I lost a good part of my regular readers. My reader stats are pretty darned low as a result. Whatever, right? But the house has a bathtub! I get to soak. And the view of the mountains to the east is second to none. On that front porch I will have the opportunity to sit and contemplate existence. Geez, I wasn’t going to go there, was I?! Dammit. This philosophical backslide reminds me of the film version of Michael Ende’s The Neverending Story. Bastion, the young protagonist, undertakes a heroic journey in which he must battle The Nothing, which is of course a metaphor for hopelessness. Only by doing so can he save the Child Empress. I can relate to that. It happens far too often. Anyway, if you have never seen that film, I highly recommend it. It’s not just a film for kids. And now, so begins the day. I just saw first sunlight bathing a grey flycatcher in the tree outside my window. Wildlife, Nature. There are a lot of coyotes where I will be staying for the next week. I hope to get some good sightings while there, and maybe even a magickal encounter with the Trickster Coyote. These things happen. And maybe I too will endeavor forth to save the Child Empress. Geez whizz, the hopeful romantic in me just don’t quit. You’d think I would have grown up and left all that silliness behind. Nope. Not me. Soooo, on that note . . . Rosie the cat just woke up and she is being a first class jerk, which means that feeding time is being mandated. I always make her wait a short while before I comply, just so she doesn’t get the idea that she can have what she wants when she wants it. It’s a hopeless task, for she, being a cat, knows that she is a superior life form, who knows as well that she can bend humans to her will. For now, I will wrap this up then go out the gate to see the sun up over the high summits of the Sangre de Cristos. Let the chickens and turkey out of the coop, then shower, then head on over to the house to watch MSNBC on the large-screen TV. Around noon I have to go into Taos for the week’s supplies: food, coffee . . . and some beer for the afternoon. Yes, I am going to feed and medicate the cat before I shower. I ain’t a masochist! But one more note: I feel the Goddess this morning, intimately. Tis gratitude and a sense of wonder that opens me up to her. As bad as my mood is this morning Her presence shines through. It’s a good way to start the day. Onward.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.