“Our life is composed of events and states of mind. How you appraise our life from our deathbed will be predicated not only on what came to us in life but how we lived with it. It will not be simply illness or health, riches or poverty, good luck or bad, which ultimately define whether we believe we have had a good life or not, but the quality of our relationship to these situations: the attitudes of our states of mind.” ~ Stephen Levine
“If your mind is expansive and unfettered, you will find yourself in a more accommodating world, a place that’s endlessly interesting and alive. That quality isn’t inherent in the place but in your state of mind.” ~ Pema Chödrön
No, it’s not my state of mind, this is just a weird morning. Right before I started typing I read an article about an infestation of white rats in a small Italian village. The name of the village translates to “Little cat”. The rats don’t stand a chance. This following the news that Roger Stone has been arrested in Ft. Lauderdale. Was he there on Spring Break? Will this be the president’s breaking point? Stayed tuned. I’m enjoying this. Stone is a white rat in his own right. Just sayin’. And me, I’m coming off of a therapy session in which we got into my perception of the polarity within the Divine Feminine Archetype, and other related things like how does this play out as far as my anima is concerned. I had a couple of encounters last week that illustrated the polarity. A synchronicity connected the two encounters. Rather boring details will not be pursued. Suffice it to say that these issues are intimately connected to my PTSD, and that it is only days away from the anniversary of my encounter with the Divine Feminine, which seemed to be the real deal, not just a representation of the Being of Light. Hmmmm, She just giggled when I wrote that last sentence. It’s one of the perks of having made her acquaintance, she’s got a refreshing sense of humor. You could almost say that I live for her giggles. The day I made her acquaintance is also the day the PTSD was born, crystalizing into existence in the form of the monster that it so truly is. I don’t know. It gets complicated. And this is one of those days where it all gets way too big for me to wrap my head around so I don’t feel much obliged to wrap my head around much of anything at all. This is not indifference on my part. It’s just nice to know that the gods are busy, at work and at play with levels of reality that need not my immediate attention. That frees up a guy in quite a good way. Onward.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.