And, probably, we need say no more. But when the cursor allows it, we spring in to action and TYPE.
On the one hand, things appear to be hurtling toward hell in a handbasket. On the other, essential reality and truth are seeping ever farther into the picture rendering the handbasket a bit smaller each day. I mean, for the most part, I think things will turn out just fine, the News of the Day aside both political/personal, and personal. There’s not much point in grousing, after all, however NECESSARY it may seem.
On the positive side, a lengthy sojourn of weed pulling and clipping and advancing into the impenetrable center of the garden (where I found blooming camellias!) did not result in career-ending back pain. The asparagus plant has sprouted again, the plums are looking strong, the peach is in full leaf, the pomegranate is leafing out AND the fig tree has both leaves and the initial early First Fig forming. Clipping errors on rose bushes became propagation projects. The grapes are legion, and the Fo Ti has taken a grip on things that will take some time to unravel. My laziness will have to be set aside so at long last, the roots of same can be tinctured in September (which is about when I’ll probably find them, too) and provide us with medicine which was, of course, the initial idea. I think it’s called Hou Shou in TCM, a kidney and overall longevity remedy, which right about now seems quite appropriate. ( Otherwise, a word to gardeners: Fo Ti is a great plant but it’s like kudzu. One little sprig will take over everything and I do mean everything.) There’s still plenty of excavation to be done prior to planting the actual vegetable garden but it all seems, in this moment, Promising. The black rufflled hollyhocks survived the winter so I am looking forward to blooms…..and sunflowers……oh boy!!!!
Also? the Partner hooked up the turntable for my birthday and I am once again reunited with my (large, sigh) record collection. It’s almost…..overwhelming. I mean, it’s been eight years here and….well. The dust situation is daunting, and the heat has burnt up two CD players already, but: MUSIC. I’ve yet to find Coltrane and Bob Marley but they are in there, T. Monk, Bach, dance music of every description, in every language almost, oh! and! SALSA! which I have also not found yet….but. Look out neighborhood, all I can say. No longer do I have to satisfy myself with blasting out pow wow music and Femi Kuti from the car!!!! The Dog is adjusting fairly well, too, especially considering this is the first he’s ever heard of this sort of exact thing. We’re listening to the Rolling Stones and he’s stretched out on the floor, head cocked and smiling. And now? the tail is wagging and he and the Partner are dancing. He also appears to have decided that I’ve had Quite Enough Time to Write This Whatever It Is and Someone Has To Go Outside When The Song Ends…..
So. Setting aside fears of disaster (although really- so much has happened already by this time I should know better), which are actually intrinsic to being human and thus can be assigned a proper size, there continues to be reason for cautious optimism. It really does come down, over and over, to choosing open over closed, love for all over #@@$$@@##!!!. and also, when the mind spirals into the panoply of how many ways things can go sideways? Just turning around and facing the opposite direction. Where you can actually See. Which is, I think, what Creator (however called and named) wants us to do.
Blessings and thanks! as always.
Boozilla: learning to fly one room at a time 