“Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in time and exist in two places at once.” ~ Margaret Atwood
“One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.” ~ G. K. Chesterton
“Creativity is the residue of time wasted.” ~ Albert Einstein
Yesterday it was the skunk who set the pace. It was a struggle for me to wrestle the pace back down to calmness after getting a couple of body rushes from two encounters in the early morning darkness. Come sunrise I took the liberty of grabbing the animal repellent spray and liberally dousing the hole where the skunk gets under the deck. No signs of the animal this morning. Last spray lasted about three weeks. This may take time. This morning I’ve been finding myself first cold, then hot, then, finally, consistently cold. I came to realize that in my firm assumption that Summer is indeed here at last I still had the window open, and it was none too warm outside. I closed it, then turned on the space heater for a few minutes, against the chill. It’s all mundane stuff for today, and I’d like to keep it that way because it is a workday, at the beginning of a holiday weekend, and I’ll be spending three out of four days among Muggles. Believe it or not that is sometimes the best place to go looking for magic, which I’m not, but if I was? It would be all too easy to just lean back into the day, and since I don’t really know what that means or entails I may well end up doing that very thing. Let’s not get philosophical about it, k? I would prefer any brushes with philosophy today to be serendipitous. I’ve spent nearly too much time in the past two weeks peeling back a couple of layers of static reality, onion-like. Necessary stuff in this quest for healing the traumas of, from, whatever, the past. Why not give that stuff all a rest for a spell? That’s what I say. Boy howdy I’m liking to idea of that. A holiday weekend might be the perfect time to do so. At least it will be after I am done with it.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.