“When I am gripped with despair, when I think I might stop, I speak to my dead. Tell them a story. What am I doing with this life? They hold me accountable. I let them make me bolder or more modest or louder or more moving, but I ask them to listen, and then write.” ~ Alexander Chee
“All of our ancestors live within each one of us whether we are aware of it or not.” ~ Lawrence Overmire
“When you steal a people’s language, you leave their soul bewildered.” ~ John O’Donohue
That’s my Grandpa Ebert, and yes I took some liberties with software. Hey, it’s fun, no worries. I have a lot of body pain this morning, which will make for a long day. Whatever. They say no pain no gain. Today I must go to gainful employment. I mean, WTF. Listen, it’s not wise to try and find meaning in everything. Today I do not feel like aspiring to anything. Dude, like flow, dude. A few smiles from pretty women would be nice. I actually get those smiles every day at work. Sometimes I think of the Goddess in every woman, sometimes I don’t. Today I haven’t the desire to see the Goddess. Knowing she is here is all I desire. And even that . . . shucks, I don’t know where I was going with that. Moving forward, the Moon is coming up on Full, come Wednesday. The Equinox as well will come Wednesday. The day should be a doozy, energy-wise. Seein’s how I feel what my mother would call “logy” it should be fun to rise up and meet Ostara with positivity and gratitude. Yeh, maybe. We’ll see. Logy is as logy does. After three days of dog-sitting I can feel the manic energy of that lovely critter slowly leaving my nervous system, which is reorienting to cat energy – thus the logy feeling. I need to remind myself that cats generally sleep with one eye open. Man oh man, I didn’t do that last night! Judging by the state of my hairdo I had some world-class anxiety dreams. That is the likely explanation for the logy feeling. Hear tell they now have an app that will slowly pull you out of PTSD-sourced dreams. Good luck with that. I’d best get to the day. Bueno bye.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.