Big Cat, Little Cat


“It doesn’t seem to me that this fantastically marvelous universe, this tremendous range of time and space and different kinds of animals, and all the different planets, and all these atoms with all their motions, and so on, all this complicated thing can merely be a stage so that God can watch human beings struggle for good and evil – which is the view that religion has. The stage is too big for the drama.”  ~ Richard Feynman

“Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.”  ~  Simon and Garfunkel

My understanding is that mountain lions have territories that cover about 100 square miles. President Trump is the lion that wants the whole State of New Mexico, and wants all of the other lions to work for him, and all the other lions are like “fuck that”, so Donny calls them Democrats. That’ll teach ’em. And besides, those 3000 rabbits that died last year from big cat bites? Never happened. That’s all I’ve got to say about that.

Lap cat and coffee. I’ve been a little slow with my coffee consumption today. And the cat? It’s pretty much up to her how I am today, slow or not. Tis a goofy mood that is upon this scribe today. Between that and the fact that I am flat out of time, I’ll have to make this a short post after all, because I need a little time to yawn some more before I take a shower. It’s a mystery why I need to do that so don’t ask, k? Thanks, yer a pal.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


In Reference to the Toddler Chipmunks

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“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” ~ John Keats

“There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’
No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.” ~ Dalai Lama XIV

“I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned.
Adult. You have become adult.” ~ Harlan Ellison

It was a Facebook post about dogs that finally got me goin’ writing. I know, I know, the opening photo is of a cat I usta know, but that does not . . . geez, the news videos I’ve been watching are starting to get to me. Commentary, don’tcha know. Oops, that comment was in part attributable (the “don’tcha know” thing) to My Grandpa Edwin and not to Grandpa Wendell, who is attributable as well by the opening photo of a ginger cat I usta know. I didn’t know Wendell more than a smidgen. I wish I had. According to my mom, his daughter, he was like a ginger cat; curly red hair. Irishman, going way back to the 12th century. I’m guessing he was a rascal. Edwin was more serious yet he had equanimity sussed. He usta sit on his porch, in the fishing camp he and grandma owned, on the shore of the Lake of the Ozarks, in Missouri. He would drink his morning coffee and smoke his pipe, and at one point and place in time he had toddler chipmunks, tiny mammals, playing on his lap; his vibe was that calm. I like to think it was Autumn, and the leaves were changing color. Edwin quit his job as plant manager for a small arms manufacturer. Those guns had been used in World War II and he was tired of war. My dad similarly quit his job at the aerospace company where they manufactured F4 fighter jets that were used in the Viet Nam war. Dad was also tired of war. Too bad we all aren’t tired of war. It is said that one of Edwin’s uncles or great uncles was the first democratically elected president of Germany, and he preside over the trembling collapse of the Weimar Republic. I bought his biography from Amazon. He looked like family, and his political leanings felt a lot like family. Wendell? I’m not so sure about him, but mom told me that when he would come walking down the alleyway munching on a candy bar she knew he had quit drinking for a spell. Gin. Lots of it. I just don’t know, but I gotta get to prepping for work. The image of Grandpa Edwin sitting on the porch will be my inspiration today. It’s all about young chipmunks.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

That Kind of Day


“Activity and rest are two vital aspects of life. To find a balance in them is a skill in itself. Wisdom is knowing when to have rest, when to have activity, and how much of each to have. Finding them in each other – activity in rest and rest in activity – is the ultimate freedom.” ~ Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

“Each wave that rolls onto the shore must release back to the ocean. You are the same. Each wave of action you take must release back to the peace within you. Stress is what happens when you resist this natural process. Everyone needs breaks. Denying this necessity does not remove it. Let yourself go. Realize that, sometimes, the best thing to do is absolutely nothing.” ~ Vironika Tugaleva

“Rest is synonymous with grace, which is never seized by force but always taken hold of freely by faith.” ~ John Koessler

The opening photo is not meant to convey a mood, rather it is meant to convey an unrealistic craving. See, I really want a cloudy, cold, snowy day, but only one or two of them. No more than that. Alas, tis not meant to be. Instead it is status quo, cat and coffee, tired and restless. Once again this morning tis just a short blog post. Those same stories I mentioned yesterday could be told, but not today. I’ve got a nice little group of cool anecdotes to share, but they don’t need to be told. I keep forgetting that. There is a whole lifetime of . . . geez, I lost that train of thought. Whatever. Yes, the idea of the noted cloudy, cold, snowy day remains with me and likely shall throughout the coming day. For some reason I almost feel like tossing out a chain of Hallmark card aphorisms and ditties, but I won’t. I respect y’all readers more than that. I would never do that to you. Odd thought, I know. I’m just playing around with words and ideas and whimsy and stuff. It’s going to be that kind of day.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

A Little Attitude


“Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.”  ~ Dean Koontz

“Use the wings of the flying Universe,
Dream with open eyes;
See in darkness.” ~ Dejan Stojanovic

A lone coyote just howled in the dark. It almost sounded like a wolf. Then it was gone, off in the distance, silence. Yeh, well, except for the hiss in my ears, which is particularly strong this morning. No worries. It is a perpetual phenomenon with me, in me, whatever. When I go to work, surrounded by the mini-cacophony of life in the marketplace, it recedes, but it is never gone. Never. Poor me, right? Anyway, enough of that. There are numerous stories from my recent adventures that I could relate this morning, but I am just not into writing them out today. I’ve got some kind of respiratory muck going on lately, then I hear yesterday that whooping cough is going around. Oh, that’s nice, he said ironically. We’ll see. Likely I will have enough common sense should the muck become more prominent; like go on down to the Urgent Care, and take my chances on which practitioner I get. The last time I was there, for some respectable sinus disturbance, I got a young woman, a nurse practitioner. It was the first time in my life that I got pissed off at a healthcare provider. What riled me was the depth of her pedantic posture; it was almost patronizing. I almost whipped out my vocabulary and articulation, but I thought, sought, whatever, better of it. But no. I just let her finish the lecture uninterrupted.  It seemed the right thing to do. All in all I was snagged in a little attitude of mine. Live and learn.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

To Use A Lazy Razor


“Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.” ~ Andre Breton

“TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY. Not true. Today is another day. We have no idea what tomorrow is going to be. It might turn out to be another day, but we can’t be sure. If it happens, I’ll be the first to say so. But, you know what? By that time, it’ll be today again” ~ George Carlin

Just a few minutes ago I realized that I haven’t heard many dogs barking in the neighborhood lately. Maybe the best kind of quiet is when you don’t even know it is quiet? But I’m not going to hurt myself thinking about that. Earlier my mind was kind of drifting toward time and magic, but, recognizing that I was also on the verge of philosophy, I nipped that right in the bud. Ain’t goin’ there, not if I can get away with it. I’m not back in the swing of being at home again quite yet. But I’ve got the cat and coffee thing going alright. Just the basics. Yesterday morning had a unmistakable undercurrent of season-change to it. I can feel that primal mini-thrill, still today. It ain’t goin’ away at this point. It will help me get more grounded, seein’s how I ain’t been that too much lately and it’s about high time I get to it. Which reminds me, the beard needs trimming, and the razor has been much too lazy lately. I noticed the grooming issues a couple of hours ago, when I looked into the mirror, thinking I was being courageous, to see just how friggin awful I looked, reckoning by how bad I feel, physically speaking, this morning. Turns out I look a lot better than I feel. Go figure. I ain’t hurtin’ myself thinking about that one either. Best go put that lazy razor to use. Bueno bye.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

A Watercolor Sky


“To see evil and call it good, mocks God. Worse, it makes goodness meaningless. A word without meaning is an abomination, for when the word passes beyond understanding the very thing the word stands for passes out of the world and cannot be recalled.” ~ Stephen R. Lawhead

“The limits of my language means the limits of my world.” ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

Home again. It’s been a bad week, to be sure. I like what Calvin, of the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes, said about when life gives you lemons: you chuck ’em right back. Anyway, it’s good to be home. After a too short sleep in my own bed, and whatever those mild anxiety dreams showed me, I am tending to agree with Calvin. Hmmmm . . . hard times make you stronger? Yeh, eventually. Whatever. Details aside, I reached one of my unwritten limits on Saturday. Irreversibly shattered that sucker. It was a reactive thing that put me there, and the reaction was strong enough to effectively knock the crap out of my Sunday, because the emotion, the depth of it, was not only stunning in it’s intensity, it didn’t hold back anytime too soon, as if to drive home the point that it maybe ain’t so wise to bottle all the stuff up, with a twist-off cap instead of a cork. Point well-taken. Thanks, Reality, I’m glad to see you. I’d reckon the president about finished you off maybe for good, dude. Don’t be a stranger, k? Thanks, yer a pal. Oh, Calvin, bud, how’s your throwing arm feeling today, good? Cool, let’s commence ta chuckin’ us some lemons. Yeh, you can bring your tiger and I’ll bring my cat. Now, all that silliness aside, ummmm . . . . now what? Oh! I gotta work today. Yesterday I mostly sat on the deck of the house where I was house-sitting. The view is tremendous from there. So I puffed a little and gazed at the Sacred Mountain a good part of the day, one ear trained on the politics news flowing through the front window, after  first flowing from the TV, as if it were the magic porridge pot. The mountain and the herb yanked my soul right back out where it can see what’s going on. In my worldview we are supposta live within our soul, not have it stuffed away in some plastic tote in some closet somewhere. One of the key benefits of breaking a limit like I did the other day is that such an event not only serves as a spiritual laxative, pratfall, whatever, it is also inherently transcendent. Before I go off like some Bodhisattva cadet I’m gonna wrap it up then go have a looksee, ta see iffin the sunrise has much pizzazz to it. I’d prefer a pastel display. Make it watercolor, k? I do love a nice watercolor sky.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

The Joy of Pencils


“What drains your spirit drains your body. What fuels your spirit fuels your body.”  ~ Carolyn Myss

“Sometimes I think there are only two instructions we need to follow to develop and deepen our spiritual life: slow down and let go.”  ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

“There was a time when people accepted magical experiences as natural. There were no priests then, and no one went chasing after the secrets of the occult.”  ~ Paulo Coelho

“When he kneels at other times and prays or meditates or tries to achieve a Big-Picture spiritual understanding of God as he can understand Him, he feels Nothing — not nothing, but Nothing, an edgeless blankness that somehow feels worse than the sort of unconsidered atheism he Came In with.” ~ David Foster Wallace

I miss writing here! Be back soon. In my absence from EyeYotee I have discovered the pleasure of writing with an actual pencil! It has been many years since I have used a pencil. Pure sensual joy. I should note that Henry Thoureau’s family were in the business of manufacturing pencils. One reason I love that guy.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Coyote Blood & Politics


Orange morning Sunlight on the east slope of Picuris peak.

“Formerly, when I would feel a desire to understand someone, or myself, I would take into consideration not actions, in which everything is relative, but wishes. Tell me what you want and I’ll tell you who you are.” ~ Anton Chekhov

“I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world.” ~ Alice Hoffman

“Life is an accumulation of what your Heart and mind has pondered most, a conclusion of all you wishes, dreams and desires.” ~ Steven Redhead

Big sleep last night: ten hours; quite unusual for me. Oh well. I’ll just have to settled for being rested. I’ll be dog sitting for the next four days so I may not post in the interim. I love the dog. She has coyote blood, which makes her a little crazy and way smart. It’ll be fun, no doubt. And I will have access to a couch and a 47 inch flat screen, on which I will be watching MSNBC; or Ghost Adventures. As far as scary is concerned there are similarities between my two chosen venues. Yeh, I’m a gonna watch them Republicans squirm and posture like they need to. That’s politics, kids. I learned in Kindergarten that we all need to get along. What’s with the pre-school attitude, right?

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


A Season of Nurture


“Her face looked for the answer that is always concealed in language.” ~ John Steinbeck

“Truth is not determined by the number of people telling it or willing to admit to it.” ~ DaShanne Stokes

“Mindfulness helps us get better at seeing the difference between what’s happening and the stories we tell ourselves about what’s happening, stories that get in the way of direct experience. Often such stories treat a fleeting state of mind as if it were our entire and permanent self.” ~ Sharon Salzberg

It has come to my attention that Donald Trump is our first cartoon president. Think Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly. The first one would make Robert Mueller Dudley Do Right. It’s not a stretch, in my estimation. And no, I am not stoned. DT is so shallow that he may as well be two dimensional. I suspect there would be no detectable difference. But enough of that. There is little to say this morning. Of note: the air temperature is below 50º again. That alone makes me happy. Judging by the conversations and quips I hear throughout a workday – where I deal with many people – many people are ready for some rain and/or some chill. It’s not too far off; the shift is underway. Many more people are ready for the prez to chill then go away. Whatever. I’m more concerned about the weather. The DT Show has it’s own momentum. So does the weather. That’s where my money is, for the best that life has to offer right now, and upon good advice I am striving to nurture myself more, to treat myself more respectably than I have for the past 6+ years. No praise, no blame. Giving myself to the change of season is ultimately nurturing. That is simply enough for now. For me, anyway. With a new season to come you know you will get a change whether ya want it or not. I’m just talking about Autumn here. Poor Donny boy will likely be quite unhappy come the Solstice. Too bad, so sad.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Choice: Reuben or Cheeseburger


Hummingbird moth with catnip

“Behind the facade of your life, there is something beautiful and eternal happening.” ~ John O’Donohue

“You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel—a hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady” ~ H. G. Wells, When the Sleeper Wakes

“The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that its center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.”  ~ Black Elk

Overcast, 50º F. Sleeping cat, hot coffee, second cup. The truth is it ain’t working. Groggy, puffy eyes. Adequate sleep, yes, but I am also almost feeling greedy about the rest I desire. It’s a workday. Sans conflict a workday for me is easy enough, it carries its own momentum, inertia, whatever. Sometimes I can feel it as if Shakespeare’s “All the world is a stage” is a recommendation for equanimity. If it is that it ain’t such a bad idea, overall. But at the moment I don’t care about that kind of stuff. The soul’s call is the beacon it was meant to be for me. Maybe for you too, I don’t know. Within the Light of that beacon, unfolded potential and probability shimmer, manifested as Longing. I see it as something that pulls me forward, rather than me pushing against the wind’s of change that manifest from the soul’s desire. That’s desire for ya, a blustery kind of thing that likely smacks you around as you go. Longing, as I see and relate to it, does no such thing. Longing manifests as peace here and peace there, and by bringing together both points and places in time, in a kind of crafted radiance, you free the Longing to once again fly, perhaps to soar, and it phases over into whatever new field where the Longing is most needed. Longing is a call from the future, perhaps presenting dreams as vehicles, perhaps not. Desire is a kind of restlessness, ready to push, not pull. They are hardly compatible. Yet they are metaphorical cousins. Go figure, right? Yeh, whatever. Listen, I have been craving, nearly desiring, a Reuben sandwich. With a big fat garlicky pickle on the side. A pint of pilsner alongside. This is not Longing, this is desire. In Longing I have no idea where fulfillment might unfold nor what it might look like. I know exactly what a Reuben looks like and where to get one. And right across the highway is a pizza joint. Desire can create conflict, whereas Longing likely creates resolution, not merely satisfaction. Does that all make sense? I know it has my mouth watering. And it’s time to get to my workday. I’m out of sandwich fixings here at home, so will I go get a Reuben for lunch? Or a green chile cheeseburger. Yeh, that would be wonderful as well.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.