White Noise & True Blue

“Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.” ~ Alfred North Whitehead

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.” ~ Carl Jung

“But above all, in order to be, never try to seem.” ~ Albert Camus

“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.” ~ Anne Lamott

High mountain desert rain. It is actually raining. I can’t stress enough: this is really friggin exciting! I’ve got perhaps a perfect opportunity to make the best of it. No worries, no resistance. Rain outside my window, gentle white noise order within chaos sort of thing. Trusty cat Rosie on my lap. Don’t hafta go to work today. There are impeachment hearings to watch. Life is good. A stash of a sweet indica hybrid called “True Blue”. It’s intended medical application of anxiety relief and chronic pain management is impeccable. Plus it has a sweet high as well. I stopped by the dispensary, Monday after work. As I approached the place I could see their greenhouses all lit up in golden panels of light. The metaphor did not escape me. There, within the growing darkness of a cold November night, was brilliant light from buildings which house thousands of cannabis plants; medicine, flower, weed, herb, whatever ya wanna call the blessed stuff. Yeh, it’s medicine alright. So is this cat, this rain, this day off from work with nothing to do and plenty of time in which to do it. I find that indica provides what serves as a toggle of time. I can turn time on and off when medicated, with time to spare. Boy howdy, it stands to be a grand day indeed.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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