“You are an explorer, and you represent our species, and the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness.” ~ Terence McKenna
“I’m a writer and this is what I do no matter what name we put to it. Year by year, the world is turning into a darker and stranger place than any of us could want. This is the only thing I do that has potential to shine a little further than my immediate surroundings. For me, each story is a little candle held up to the dark of night, trying to illuminate the hope for a better world where we all respect and care for each other.” ~ Charles de Lint
“To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.” ~ Bill Watterson
Now comes the mud. Last time I had to shovel the driveway to get out there was not as much snow. I remembered it wrong. Anyway, yesterday I worked for a little over three hours, starting from where we park. I helped the neighbor get enough of a head start to get her all-wheel Subaru into the driveway itself, where she was able to plow through the snow. But her passage did not make enough of a dent in the pack for me to get out, as my car rides quite low. So on to the driveway I went. I’d finished about 1/3 when word comes that the landlady had a plow on the way. Whatever. I needed the exercise. Now comes the mud. I’ll have to leave the house fairly early today so as to make it out and back in before the mud thaws. There will be some slipping and sliding but no overall problem. My nervous system is still over-wound from yesterday’s borderline panic attack. The mud is not that deep . . . yet. Give it a week. At the moment I am going to wrap up yet another brief post, then take a shower. I was in bad shape, and the pains and aches are starting to emerge. So this afternoon I can rest and worry about tomorrow’s mud. It’s not really worry. The PTSD has a firm physiological base, whereas worry is more like habitual thinking. I have that too but it usually doesn’t present a problem. I’ve enough of a problem with the mud. Onward. And no, this post is not about cats. Just sayin’.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.