Air and Ale

“I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.” ~ Jennifer Niven

“The law of evolution is that the strongest survives!’ ‘Yes, and the strongest, in the existence of any social species, are those who are most social. In human terms, most ethical…There is no strength to be gained from hurting one another. Only weakness.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin

“The secret of the mountain is that the mountains simply exist, as I do myself: the mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no “meaning,” they are meaning; the mountains are. The sun is round. I ring with life, and the mountains ring, and when I can hear it, there is a ringing that we share. I understand all this, not in my mind but in my heart, knowing how meaningless it is to try to capture what cannot be expressed, knowing that mere words will remain when I read it all again, another day.” ~ Peter Matthiessen

There’s been a moonset, as good as it gets. Tight ring with almost colors. Crystalline halo. Sliding so delicately down to the horizon, then gone. I haven’t checked the metaphysical meanings here but the moonset . . . well, that was the show. I’m not sure I can get into metaphysical meanings today. My brain seems somewhat indisposed for such musings. Lighter things must prevail. Of course I could go the YouTube route and just veg on videos for a couple of hours. Lightworkers, Illuminati, UFOs, ghosts, Taylor Swift. Not gonna happen. Welllll, maybe. We’ll see. The major flow for me today is a wave of nurturance. Goddess stuff. Get comfy. Encourage the lap cat. Rub her just so behind the right ear to get that purr revved up real good. I reckon that should about do it. Yeh, Netflix. Food, water, air, and ale. Creature comforts, conducive to healthy regard for little things in life that can be considered at length with no chance of obsession. Yeh, the smile from a particular particularly pretty woman yesterday gave me an early morning lift. Goddess stuff. It is, after all, Sunday. The Veil is thin from the Full Moon. Said Veil will return to thinness come Groundhog’s Day, which was originally Imbolc, in the neopagan. It’s a special time for me in that I kinda sorta died on a February 3rd, so long ago. That anniversary always touches me in translingual ways. 34 years now. Maybe it is the PTSD that makes it all feel so present, as if it happened just yesterday, or maybe even today. It’s all rich and stuff to consider the gravity of it all. But not today. Today features that smile I just mentioned. Heck, I might even have some popcorn as well. I don’t know. It is just a simple day. And that’s good, right? Boy howdy is it ever!

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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