Samain and the Summer’s End Moon
Wednesday gratefuls: Tara. MRI. Swedish. Kate, always Kate. Shadow, who greets me. Carrots, strong in the cold nights. Joanne. Rehab. That Spider walking across my hand this morning. Super Moon coming. Evening darkness. Tom and Paul. Diane. Joe Greenberg. My son. Mark’s photo of Hafar at night. Mary’s of her Melbourne neighborhood. Seoah.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Chatgpt on neck braces
Life Kavannah: Wu Wei
Week Kavannah: Histapkot. Contentment. Acceptance. I’m comfortable with who I am and with what I have.
Tarot: Being a metaPhysician
One brief shining: At Bivouac I got a Cortado in a small blue glass; the barista put it on a wooden tray with a sweet biscuit and a short glass of seltzer water which I carried to a table outside in Great Sol’s late fall warmth; Joe followed with his cup of regular coffee and a similar tray, sat down, and we began the delicate dance of getting to know one another.
MetaPhysician: Gonna put a sign up outside my house, metaPhysician for hire. Ontologist available with sufficient lead time. Got this idea riffing with one of my friends, I think Paul.
Partly comes from the idea of no longer wanting therapy, self-improvement books, notions for polishing the psyche. We’ve graduated from all that, having done the work, thank you.
Does not mean though that there aren’t still mysteries and flaws. Just that we know about them, allow them to be without the globalizing judgments of our second phase lives.
I decided I could be, maybe have always been, a metaPhysician, a healer of Cartesian worldviews, a friend who would stare into the abyss with you, a companion on the long, strange journey from the mundane to the sacred. Need a reminder that body and mind are one? Come to me for short or long sessions.
Having an existential crisis that requires getting to the depths of the Marianna’s Trench of your inner world? I’ll dive with you. Beginning to suspect that reality is not as discreet and separate as your senses suggest? I can help with that.
Yes, you can pay me in the golden leaves of Rocky Mountain Aspen in the fall or a clear glass of sanitized Maxwell Creek Water. We also accept Water from any of the Great Lakes except Ontario and Erie. Mushrooms of the edible or hallucinogenic variety. Morels in particular. The metaPhysician loves beef tenderloin with Morels cooked in butter.
Have you had an experience of the oneness of all things, but don’t know what to do now? Our Ontologist who is on retainer can reassure you that far from having gone mad, you’ve actually gone sane.
Having trouble believing the chair you’re sitting in is mostly empty space? Our Ontologist can explain. Feeling sad for Schrodinger’s cat? We can both comfort you. We’re sad about it, too.
In closing. The world is not what it seems to be. It’s so much more. And all of it is right here for all of us always and in all ways.
Fallow time special: two visits for four nice Morels or a sack of golden Aspen leaves.