On the Porch with the Hound

“Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our divinings, perhaps we would endure our sadnesses with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the moments when something new has entered into us, something unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.”  ~ Rainer Marie Rilke

“I used many times to touch my own chest and feel, under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of the power I possessed. Not magical power, but real power. The power simply to go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform.” ~ Stephen Fry

“Workdays are, I imagine, rather like learning to ice-skate Torvill and Dean’s The Bolero. They start and end easily enough; it’s the bit in the middle that causes the pain in the arse.” ~ Fennel Hudson

This morning’s coffee is delicious, though its effectiveness is still in question. As luck would have it there is no necessity for speed. It’s Sunday, and I don’t give a shit, regardless of what day it is. It’s not apathy, more like simple weariness, fatigue, whatever. The new glasses don’t help. Yet. Headache, don’tcha know. The woman at the optometrist’s office told me to “wear them all weekend”. Yeh buddy, and a few years after that as well. I can tell that adapting to the new view will take a bit of time, but I like what I see so far. Me being who I am, I’m not concerned about the eye muscles, rather I am wondering about what this optical change is going to do to my neural pathways. We humans are adaptive creatures. Except maybe for the feral wing of the Republican party. Those guys only want others to adapt, not themselves, because they have Jesus and guns and stuff, so leave ’em the fuck alone and do as they say! On a cynical note, I think their attitude toward Jesus is pretty much the same because, if the journalism of the times was accurate (wink, wink), Jesus said a lot of things that these feral folks wouldn’t even think of doing. I would refer to the Sermon on the Mount (FAKE NEWS! FROM A BIG FAT SOCIALIST!!!) as Exhibit One. Instead they have these ideas of what Jesus is really about, and they expect him to fall in line right along with the rest of us. Bottom line, I think we all can safely assume that none of this is really about Jesus at all. I prefer to think of it as Patriarchy without prunes.

Wow. I just had to take a break to go outside and let my head air out a tad. Yes, I’m an airhead. And blond. Go figure. But today is laundry day. That’s the main thing. I think I can wrestle myself into making the trip to the laundromat a spiritual exercise. It’s just not the same as it used to be, ever since my friend, the old Native woman, quit. There’s no more Native music on Sunday mornings. Big sigh – it’s usually country music – which makes me want to git me a dog, kick back on the porch rocker, and do a few shots of Jack with that-there hound. But I can manage anyway. The truth is that I am coming to realize that the blind optimism I have carried with me since I met my ex-wife is still with me. It seems to be such a hindrance to modern life. Now, with this revelation, I may finally adapt. Time will tell. I think I will leave it at that.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

A Fractured and Discarded Worldview

“If a man could have half of his wishes, he would double his troubles.” ~ Ben Franklin

“Before you become too entranced with gorgeous gadgets and mesmerizing video displays, let me remind you that information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, and wisdom is not foresight. Each grows out of the other, and we need them all.” ~ Arthur C. Clark

“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

There were a couple of ravens squawking back and forth about a half hour ago. Drowning out the songbirds. Of all the nerve. But I enjoyed it, not because I’d rather hear the raucous ravens, but because I so rarely hear then at dawn. Of course my mind has a strong proclivity toward magical thinking, so I think I am starting . . . well, let’s just say that the Trickster is afoot in the land on this day. Here I could expound and expand on the point but there ain’t no sense in trying to describe what this means. They don’t call ’em Tricksters for nothing. Raven and his pal Coyote are both Tricksters. I find it fascinating that they both are also Creators. The world of mythos, magic, and metaphor, can be a confusing place. No analysis of my two Trickster pals here. I just want to share something I read, from a science fiction writer named Connie Willis. She wrote that metaphors are pictures of the patterns within our mind. Yeh buddy! That was one of those phrases, for me, that makes you pause for a moment, for a good hmmmm or whoa or simple wow. I like a writer who does that, or that they do it. It is my hope that I do that to people on occasion. I’d like that. Here’s the thing with me though – my two totem buddies here do illuminate some patterns within my mind. And the thing about mythos and archetype is that they are both qualities that are shared by us all – Jung’s Collective Unconscious. It’s all magic to me. Tricks, stories, creation, all of it. All magic. This is a perspective I first encountered in the months following my NDE and head trauma. I don’t think it was an artifact of taking an intense blow to the head, nor of the journey, the magical mystery tour, I took when I left my body for a spell. What I think it is is an artifact of a thoroughly fractured and discarded worldview, cosmology, whatever. Veils cast down, filters voided. The world before the accident did not go away, it simply changed shape and function. But all that aside, it’s come to that time when the last of the coffee has been drained from the cup, the clock has barely passed beyond 6 AM, and I simply must go out and take a gander at the mountains before stepping into the shower to remove the night’s expression of toxins and to cleanse my aura. Oh, yeh! I got my new glasses; a totally different style for me. Bigger lenses, plastic frames, not wire. The brilliance of the view was my first impression. So much light! That and the tasty fact that I don’t need to cock my head this way and that to get a look at something that ain’t straight forward (just like I do when some folks do what I call “talking around the corner”). It is easier on my poor beleaguered neck. Sigh. It’s a workday. There I go.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

A Crusty Old Curmudgeon

“It is so many years before one can believe enough in what one feels even to know what the feeling is” ~ William Butler Yeats

“When time is reduced to linear progress, it is emptied of presence.” ~ John O’Donohue

“There’s been time this whole time. You can’t kill time with your heart. Everything takes time.”~ David Foster Wallace

“One of the great disadvantages of hurry is that it takes such a long time.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

Such an honor it is to just sit and watch, and listen to songbirds call forth the day. They sing, they bring the Sun, each and every day. And me, I somewhat sarcastically wonder if this is what we do with positive thinking. We intend what we want, then embrace it, then release it all, then wait. To do that we are required to play into the hands of linear time. Think about that. There is no way around it. It can take great effort to resist saying “I told ya so” when your intention, once visualized, comes to be, and yet you have absolutely no way of knowing it wouldn’t have happened anyway. Don’t kid yourself, you didn’t see it coming, because if you did you wouldn’t have jumped through those visualized hoops. Unless y’all want to. I sometimes do. And you must reject living in the past. Yet think about it, once again, as far as the person you will be in ten years is concerned, even if you are indeed living in the moment you are still living in the past. And there is nothing wrong with that, in fact it might be just what the goddess ordered. Order within Chaos; She takes her time. Personally speaking, I would rather not rise above the past and the future, so I will take my time. If you have no time to give because you have no time to spare, when the Future comes at you, you just gotta take it. Whew. That was all rather twisty. I reckon what I am trying to say is that just living in the moment does not mean that time, the past, and the future, is an illusion. You just need it to be that way to accomplish whatever Eternal Presence is, then make it so. It is all rather complicated, except when the guru says you simply don’t look at it that way – it’s as easy as pie – but one of the secrets of a good pie is to get the crust just right. There is nothing like a good crust to make your pie just right. That’s good for me to remember because lately I’ve been practicing being a crusty old curmudgeon, just in case I ever need that skill, like, ya know, for comic relief or something.

Peace Out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

The Sleeping Authentic Self

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.” ~ Maya Angelou

“Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.” ~ Isaac Asimov

“I think I’ve discovered the secret of life — you just hang around until you get used to it.” ~ Charles Schultz

“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole.” ~ Carl Jung

Turtledoves and fresh sunlight. Coffee and lap-cat. Morning news and a heap of classic WTFs. Not a bad way to start the day. Even before the fresh pot of coffee was made I got a good jumpstart by finishing off the cold half a cup leftover from my therapy session yesterday. Yes, I take coffee to therapy – don’t know why. Maybe to wake up the sleeping authentic self? Yeh, buddy. But I do use it as a prop, to punctuate the dialog in various ways. I learned the prop thing from reading Shirley MacLaine, of all people. I was into her New Age stuff. When I was living in Worcester, Massachusetts, back in 1987, a friend stopped by one day. He saw Shirley’s book “Going Within” sitting on the coffee table and said “Going Within?”. I replied “It’s better than going without”. We had that kind of relationship.

So they say that monsoons may kick in next week. I’m ready. As beautiful as this place is I have the sub-tropics so ingrained within my soul that the hunger for moisture, which is necessary in these parts, takes some effort to maintain. Parts of my body and mind are hardwired to all moisture all the time. Let it rain. That’s what I say. And not much more than that. I’ve got Medicare on my mind and it ain’t goin’ away. I went through the booklet this morning and found that it isn’t quite as confusing and/or intimidating as I’d expected, yet it still doth make the head spin a tad. A spinning head is also ingrained. It’s a trauma thing, but I ain’t goin’ into that right now. All’s I’m going into right now, or soon, is the shower. Then maybe go for a drive to clear out the cobwebs. Onward.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Aging in a State of Play

“Our direct experience is necessarily subjective, necessarily relative to our own position or place in the midst of things, to our particular desires, tastes, and concerns. The everyday world in which we hunger and make love is hardly the mathematically determined “object” toward which the sciences direct themselves. Despite all the mechanical artifacts that now surround us, the world in which we find ourselves before we set out to calculate and measure it is not an inert or mechanical object but a living field, an open and dynamic landscape subject to its own moods and metamorphoses.” ~ David Abram

“How monotonous our speaking becomes when we speak only to ourselves! And how insulting to the other beings – to foraging black bears and twisted old cypresses – that no longer sense us talking to them, but only about them, as though they were not present in our world…Small wonder that rivers and forests no longer compel our focus or our fierce devotion. For we talk about such entities only behind their backs, as though they were not participant in our lives. Yet if we no longer call out to the moon slipping between the clouds, or whisper to the spider setting the silken struts of her web, well, then the numerous powers of this world will no longer address us – and if they still try, we will not likely hear them.” ~ David Abram

Starting the day with a good adrenaline rush is not something I had hoped for, but Nature delivers, and she delivered to me a skunk. That danged animal is still around. When she came to slip under the deck out front I began to hurry back inside, but I stopped in the doorway and peeked around the corner. She was still standing there, tail straight up, watching me. I surprised myself by stepping back out, highly cautious and ready to slip back inside if needed. She backed down and made a hasty retreat, so I went back out to finish my cigarette, watching as her tail merged into the weeds at the far end of the yard. Wow. This heart got a good physical rush. Then, all of a sudden she came running back. Before I could even think about it she hustled under the deck and I was in the clear. If only these animals were homely! They’d be much easier to bear. But enough of that. Yesterday was the first day when I felt the full Summer effect of annoying heat; not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but I felt somehow inconvenienced by the heat. The barefoot island hippie boy in me has simply had enough high heat for at least two lifetimes. And sunlight. Could we have at least two cloudy days in one week? Is that too much to ask? Whatever. It’s all good. It is what it is. Que sera sera. “It is what it is” sounds like complacency to me. Just sayin’. There’s not really much else to report this morning. Another workday. Ob la di ob la da. I still feel tired today, but without the dire feelings about Trump-world politics. The only practical thing on my mind is that I need to call and get my Medicare registered and ready to kick in come October; sign up for an HMO as well. And all of this must be done under the shadow of denial. Why denial? Well, I’m turning 65 in a few months and how friggin weird is that?! This aging stuff is unrepentant. That much is for sure. I promise I will learn to play with the process. Play is an essential part of life, and if ya ain’t doin’ it on a regular basis ya ain’t doing yourself any favors. So, I am going to play in the shower for a few minutes. The retail world awaits.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Morality on the Mantlepiece

“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.” ~ John O’Donohue

“Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.” ~ Alexandre Dumas

“There warn’t anybody at the church, except maybe a hog or two, for there warn’t any lock on the door, and hogs likes a puncheon floor in summer-time because it’s cool. If you notice, most folks don’t go to church only when they’ve got to; but a hog is different.” ~ Mark Twain

There’s no way this is going to be a long post. The bulk of the writing here is spontaneous. Rarely do I think of and keep issues to write about. I reckon if it’s important enough it will appear come time to write. This seems to work quite well. That said, I have no idea why, but things aren’t popping out on page like they usually do. It’s a perspective thing, I tell you. None of the morning news seems too fresh, except for some commentary that wasn’t available earlier in the day. And nothing has made me laugh out loud yet. Or maybe it is a “depths of depravity” thing. That’s the Republican . . . well, dammit, we got us a bunch rich white whiners who were all too ready to hand over their brains and balls to Trump – and they did so. Ooooo, that was crude! I don’t care. This is all very disturbing. Factions within the government are knowingly subjecting children to harm and suffering. I can’t bring myself to get into it much. Them big rich fellas ain’t got time for morality. That much is clear. Only one other thing I can bring myself to mention. I think Fox news is a nationwide public health crisis unto itself. They have inflicted what seems to be a new form of mental illness upon willing people throughout the country. So now we have children who are being knowingly deprived of soap, toothbrushes, adequate bedding, and all the Fox-infested people are like “we’uns don’t have to give any kind of care at all for all these lowly spawns until the eternally damned Democrats do that appropriation thing. Jesus said so”. Things have gotten ugly and things are fixin to get uglier. Listen, with the track record of the Republicans, even if the Democrats in Congress did appropriate funds to give these children better care, there is a strong likelihood that the money wouldn’t even be applied where intended anyway. And then there is climate change. I think it is full time for the CDC to open an investigation into Fox news for openly infecting citizens with ideas that are absurd at best. It is a public health risk, and it is on an epidemic scale. And of course none of this is really happening. Dammit. I give up for today. I will admit to feeling disturbed by all of this. Enough so that I actually am going to publish this post that contains entirely too much political commentary. And the thing with the children is not nor should it ever be about politics. It is about nasty people who used to keep morality on the mantlepiece, until the maid stole it, so they had the maid swept up and deported, morality and all. Enough. I’ve reached my quota of cynicism for today. There is a bright and beautiful day available to me if I just can keep positive thinking front and center. Yeh, right. I’d rather be content.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Time For Whatever

“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~ Carl Jung

“I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.” ~ Isaac Newton

“Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won’t come in.” ~ Isaac Asimov

“As our circle of knowledge expands, so does the circumference of darkness surrounding it.” ~ Albert Einstein

It is okay to go into the darkness as long as you remain aware, of where you are, and that you are there. I said that to a friend some time back and she immediately stopped to write it down – and I’m like all “I was just playin’ around”. If a pithy saying pops out of my mouth I have set it free. She captured it again and put it down on paper. That’s cool. Maybe even groovy. But enough of all of that. The really cool thing is that on the third day of Summer there was frost on the car, and likely will be so again today. I like it. It’s a reminder for me that Mother Nature is not beholden to expectations or PR statements. It reminds me of when I had just moved back to the Keys after 18 months in the Northeast. One night and early morning the temperature in Key Largo dropped down to 37º. People were wearing friggin parkas, and there I was in my flannel shirt. Of course, this is a matter of subjective response to . . . oh, never mind. I just found it to be silly or ironic or maybe both. Or maybe I just relish the last few nights before the full heat of Summer kicks in. If it ever does. Nature is capricious. Don’t forget that, there will be a test. Every single day. From here on out.

First light is well underway. I just poured the last of the coffee and I am feeling grouchy nonetheless. Whatever. Reading the political news this morning has been more disturbing than in the recent past. No, wait. That’s not true. It has been full-bore disturbing for some time now. We have cruel people doing cruel things to defenseless people. In several public arenas. All in the name some vestigial form of fiscal “responsibility” and “Obama did it too . . . or ummmm . . . first, he did it first . . . or he would have, like the libtard evildoer that he was”. But that’s enough of that. I’ll just get myself riled up some more. Tis Monday morning and my three day workweek is underway. Yesterday was not a lost day, although there have been times in my life when I would have called it so. A truly do nothing morning. Out at noon to do laundry. Chats with a couple of friends on the phone (a rarity in my life). Back home. A little more reading of the news, then on to my default TV series on Netflix. I don’t know what it is about that show. I’ve watched the whole series several times now. There is something I find comforting about it – or mind-numbing. I cannot rightly explain it. The point is that it does what I need it to, from straight entertainment right on down to social commentary that falls short. But I must admit I slipped an episode of Star Trek Next Gen in there too, simply because I must keep a more cosmic view in my toolbox as well. But I felt logey and downright fatigued all day. There has been a lot of that for me since the beginning of the year. Maybe the vitamin D infusion will help? Or maybe it’s just the time of the season. That’s what I think. And that’s about enough analysis and speculation ta bien. Gotta get me back into a more spiritual mode. Toss in a little pop science. Chaos and Systems Theory. Heisenberg’s Uncertainty. The Web of Life. Indra’s Web. The Mystical Unity. I’ve experienced the Oneness of all things before. That’s not how I would want my days to go. That would be like using a $15,000 Air Force screwdriver to fix a loose screw. Overkill. I feel that in the day to day mundane world kindness and courtesy is quite enough to get things back on an even keel. Patience helps too. For me it is simply aspiring to these things until such time as I can clock out, do what shopping I might have to do, then hightail it back north to El Prado, thus escaping the gruel of egos in montage that floods Taos each weekday. Hmmmm, do I sound bitter or cynical? Part of me is, but it ain’t a high-functioning part. I’ll be in troubadour mode today. I can feel it. Hopeless romantic. Covert poet. Skittish Flower Child. Jolly joker. Wannabe theoretical physicist. Just me. A mere 65 years later come to find people are going to feel uncomfortable when you open up your true self and put it on the table. But I keep trying, and these days often succeeding. Now, moving forward, I must stop this, stand up from the chair, groan and stretch both mind and body. Go check out the mountain silhouette in dawn’s light. Shower. Feed cat. Brush teeth. Entertain fond feelings here and there. Try to keep thoughts of a certain woman I know down to a dull roar, lest the whole thing start to look like fantasy. I’ve no time for . . . no, not true. There’s plenty of time for whatever.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

The Fox in the Flow

“And yet even while I was exulting in my solitude I became aware of a strange lack. I wished a companion to lie near me in the starlight, silent and not moving, but ever within touch. For there is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

“To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.” ~ Mark Twain

“He wanted—what did he want most in life? I think his distinctive craving is best expressed as fun—fun in companionship.” ~ H. G. Wells

“My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.” ~ Agatha Christie

There is a raven who has been squawking alone, just up the hill outside my window, each morning at dawn, for several days now. This morning a few more joined in. If this lone corvid is here to tell me something it is unclear in its mission. Well . . . more likely I just ain’t gettin’ the message. I’m like that – my mind moves so fast that I often can’t settle for the appropriateness of any one symbol, in regards to the magical Totem messages that come my way, along my way on this timeline in life. Perhaps this is the way it should be? Yeh, maybe. Raven is a Trickster, thus the affinity I feel. But Fox has offered herself as my guide for the Summer, which began only yesterday. And Fox is a Trickster as well. Boy howdy I guess I just gotta go along for the ride the Trickster offers. That ain’t so bad, now is it. Going with the Flow suits me well these days. The first psychotherapist I ever visited was a Doctor of Human Growth and Development. Her Ph.D dissertation was on Flow Consciousness. How convenient for me: that was just what was needed at the time. Dr. Bauer told me, shortly into the year or so that I partook of her talents, that I live on an archetypal level. It seems I still do. Good on me. So Fox it is. It should be an interesting Summer. Swiftness, adaptability, cunning, decisiveness in movement. But I must keep close conference with myself. Learn to be gentle and discerning. Learn to be more patient and articulate in expression. Learn to be a clown when the situation arises. Allow laughter. Dance like a fool then pounce when ready. Not to hurt anybody’s feeling while insisting that I tell them what is so. Sound mysterious? Yes – yes it is. Just up my alley. Lately my desire (Siddhartha cautioned against desire) for companionship has been notched up a level, and I’m like “What’s up with that?”. Who knows. There is somebody I have in mind as an occasional companion, but it doesn’t seem likely, or necessary, that this person play that role. No, I ain’t invested in any desire here, I just think it would be nice. That’s all. But enough of all that. I gotta get my assets in gear and on down into Taos to undergo my work day. A basket full of change was gifted to me during the past three days. I am both rested and not. It is a fairly comfy feel, and the dichotomy is very Trickster-like. I think I’ll just mosey along now. Happy Solstice! Blessed Be.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

Robin Goodfellow’s Message to You

“Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real.” ~ Neils Bohr

“The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction.” ~ Rachel Carson

“Well, the way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test reality we must see it on the tight rope. When the verities become acrobats, we can judge them.” ~ Oscar Wilde

“Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…” ~ Alan Lightman

Summer Solstice will have passed before lunchtime. First light has been rising for some time now. The actual sunrise is minutes away as I write this sentence. I will go out to take a gander at the sky and mountains and stuff. I will do this between this sentence and the next. There’s a lot of smoke in the air, from who knows where. An aura of dusky orange clings to the diffuse gray-blue of the mountain silhouette. Quite a beautiful sight, actually. The mountains, the smoke, and the dawn, are playing with the clear light of the Sun, and they will have a lot to play with as this is the longest day of the year. But enough of that. How about the Vitamin D? Who knew, right? Yeh buddy. The only thing from the report on my recent blood work that deviated from the norm was my Vitamin D level, which came in at 17. That’s way low. Just sayin’. But it is my lucky number, has been since 1984 – February 3rd, to be exact. Lucky me. That was the day of my fateful and maybe even fatal bicycle crash. Anyway . . . so here’s the thing: one dose of pharmaceutical grade vitamin D per week, for eight weeks, then over the counter after that. That dose of pharmaceutical grade comes in at 50,000 units. Yikes. Sounds like a nutritional blitzkrieg to me. About an hour ago I read a brief article at the Scientific American website, about the research that is suggesting that low levels of vitamin D can seriously impair cognitive functioning. Neurotransmitters and mental clarity. This not only scratches my itch for science it also might explain a lot about my brain adventures o’re these past many a long month. This is one of those things that I feel is best not analyzed, rather put in the cauldron to simmer. It’s a right-brain kind of thing that I do. Lately I have been thinking a lot about Jung, and the Shadow, and the wild ride that is synchronicity. Oh, not to mention the Trickster. So, would a blast of 50,000 units of Vitamin D (the co-pay was only 69cents!) effect a change overnight? It may be totally subjective but I say yes, yes it did. It made a difference. That is kinda sorta why I mentioned the Trickster. This is a Trickster puzzle if I ever saw one. See, I took 50,000 units of vitamin D late yesterday afternoon. I feel quite different this morning. Riddle me this: Is this difference subjective or objective? And my answer is yes, yes it is. But I just told you that, didn’t I? Whatever. I shall follow the lead of the Seasons to bid good cheer and bright blessings to Robin Goodfellow, the mischievous Puck, for tis Midsummer’s Day, and tonight shall come the dreams. Robin is most definitely a Trickster character in the Imaginal World. I don’t know, he makes me smile, that’s all. And he made me laugh as well when he was portrayed by Stanley Tucci in that one film adaptation of Willy Shakespeare’s play. So gods and demigods shall pepper my day to come. At the laundromat, at the optometrist, wherever. In fact, let’s just leave the gods out of this altogether and go with the demigods. Onward I go, and Robin Goodfellow’s message to you, is these things I do are more than mere symbols, more than a vitamin hallucination, they are me riding shotgun with Hermes and Coyote, coursing through the mundane world, far faster than Thought or Light, Tricksters, all of us. Every blessed one.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

The Storyline of Life

“A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.” ~ Neil Gaiman

“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.” ~ Carl Sagan

“The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.” ~ Ray Bradbury

Have you ever been so tired that when you wake up after a full night’s sleep you cannot tell if the sleep was effective or nor? Well, I have. No complaints. It’s all good, and with sufficient waking hours shall come affirmation of the thing I don’t know but wish I did. No wonder I made an absolutely perfect pot of coffee. Ain’t it grand how the body sometimes acts in a covert way that pretty much leaves the mind to its musings and reason. It’s like “dude, lose the curiosity, dude, or at least put it somewhere it won’t get in the way”. Now, after all that, I don’t know if the caffeine will help or not. Sometimes when you pump your body full of caffeine your body just says “Nice try”.

The opening photograph is of me in a vortex in Sedona, Arizona. I had an interesting encounter there, with the woman who took this photo. I will not write about that encounter today because the thing that made it interesting was that it was synchronistic in a way that serves as a bookmark to let you know that the storyline of your life is still in effect. Such knowledge breeds comfort and joy. About the vortex – there is definitely something to them.

As for now, content to know that there is nearly palpable magic afoot in the land, I reckon it’s best to cut this post short and see if I can shake it off, this feeling of slogging propinquity with gravity. Today will bring my monthly massage in the morning, then a visit to the nurse practitioner in the afternoon, to review blood-work. I may even stop and order my new eyeglasses. Lots of changes goin’ on. The Summer Solstice is today, becoming exact just around the time I lay down on the massage table. I choose to believe the timing is auspicious. I will drop a few layers of toxins and tensions. And this is exactly my intention for today. Massage provides such a grounding effect. Too much . . . oh, never mind. I think I will just tell my intellect to stay out of it for the day.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.