Hi-ho and hello.
Happy day, happy day.
March 1st, beginning of the coming spring due the 19th this month and I’m more than elated, you?
Now, mind you I’m not big on the heat, as it leaves me drained more than often, but to finally be able to wear a shirt and jeans without the needed layers for warmth, is a much appreciated change. Which to begin with my original post was going to have details about flip flops, sandals, and bullying, to which, I have no idea what the f*** I was trying to talk about nor do I remember.
But that’s life isn’t it? A matter of memory, remembering, thought, intention, meaning, and the duration of how the meaning impacts or affects you, me, life, and everything around us.
But are you the type of person that believes in this theory? In the theory that we are in fact each tied to one another, everything, and all things?
It doesn’t make me vegan or what have you, but I feel it’s a good way of living, kind of like the Jimi Hendrix line about “Music being a safe kind of high.”
I feel if we each take time to recognize that we are so much more alike than we care to admit, that we’re connected to so many other varieties of life, birds, pets, water, the plants, even the inanimate, would you feel less alone? Will the prospects of sensations that circumnavigate through loneliness, well, would they be non-existent?
I digress, family focus and building up some techniques with my son and Lobo, I hope you all have a wonderful Friday had a wonderful Friday and hope my Saturday post makes it in time that it’s actually dropping on Saturday on like today which is a Saturday drop for Friday well now I just feel like the Willy Wonka guy with the 2 I can’t just do 2. Hahaha, if only you could be in my head to connect the tether to the connection to the Wonka to the thought to the now. Trust me I know it’s convoluted in more than confusing. So is life right?
C’est la vie.
May you all have a blessed good night and wonderful good morning and those of you waking may it be a blessed morning with a wonderful night’s rest to come.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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