Spring and the Wu Wei Moon
Sunday gratefuls: Shadow. Kate, always Kate. Snow. Cool night. Throw a Dog a bone. Or a ball. Or a chewed up chew toy. Motion is lotion. Thanks, Diane. Safeway. Cookunity. Ruth and Gabe coming up today. Wicked Whisk.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: MRI
Week kavannah: wu wei
One brief shining: Last night a spiky snow filtered through the screen, settling on my pillow and the part of my head with the least hair, blown on a soft breeze from the north; I turned the electric blanket up to four, snuggled in, and went to sleep.
Dog journal: Teething hurts. Puppies pass through a developmental period I think of as the Beaver phase. My nightstand may yet sink a bit lower into the carpet. The coffee table has some damage. The right front leg on my chair. Most of the time I can redirect her energy to a bone, a Kong, a well-chewed toy.
Shadow’s done much less damage than I imagined. She stops when I ask her to or takes whatever distraction is on offer. Also, and most important of all, she does nothing when I leave her alone. This last amazes me and each time I come home to her sleeping beside my chair I throw up a prayer of gratitude to the god of Puppies.
We’ve bonded. Once I get her leash trained, soon, she’ll be with me when I go out. Colorado is the most Dog friendly environment you can imagine. Many restaurants have Water bowls for Dogs. Seating areas where you can dine with your Dog. No frowns or cold stares. Smiles instead.
A word about the Aural Journey. It’s in response to Bill Schmidt asking us to queue up some of our favorite songs. Too hard. I went with songs that had strong memories associated with them or ones that evoke deep emotion. If I did the same task right now, five different songs.
In fact. The Cocaine Blues. Ripple by the Dead. Any Gregorian chant. Don’t you need somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane. You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive, multiple singers. Or. One Toke Over the Line. The Times They Are A Changin. El Senor. Won’t Get Fooled Again. Or. Seven Spanish Angels. Pancho and Lefty. Riders in the Sky. Lucille. Honky Tonk Angel.
It’s a fun exercise. What are your five favorite songs?
Just a moment: In the first Trump administration I had a routine I called what has the idiot done now. It involved opening the sites for the New York Times and the Washington Post.
No longer. Now I call it what has the malevolent son-of-a-bitch done this morning. Thinking up clever punishments. So and so’s law firm cannot enter federal buildings. What? Increase tariffs just because. Deport. Deport. Deport.
A strategic crypto-currency reserve? The Gulf of America? Not on my map. We gotta have Greenland? The Panama Canal. Goodbye, Europe. Hello, China enemy number one, sole enemy.
His first hundred days. Oh, God.