Worm holes, black holes leading to alternate universes and some kind of alternate possibilities. No life on Mars or the Moon, so Time and Einstein’s physics may be our only mode of escape.
Dreams.
It’s such a sad time in my life right now. A life long family friend of ours and particularly of my mom and dad’s died a week ago. My best friend (and sister-in-law) from high school–in ICU fighting for her life. My nephew heartbroken over it as we all are. My dad — almost 89, Parkinson’s, heart problems, COPD — emotionally hard baggage for him to negotiate as his world closes in on him. He wants to attend Audrey’s funeral which is against my better judgment, but we’ll try to get him there July 12th.
The whole world seems to be tilting in chaos.
And I find it hard to come up even with those words. Which is why I’ve been absent. Yet here they come.
I was working on a hopeful beautiful post written by a writer friend of mine who happens to be black, but that has to wait.
Because the whole world mourns.
It’s gray and rainy and even chilly as I look out my french doors which is ok since it matches my mood. We are such awful excuses for humanity–and that is true no matter where you think you fit in the grand scheme of things. Give up the virtue signalling because nobody is morally superior here. Perhaps my blogger friend was right–animals are vastly superior to us. It’s hard on a morning like this to remember those incredibly heroic, self – sacrificing moments (even giving their own lives for another) we humans are also capable of.
But somewhere (over the rainbow) or in that alternate universe, there’s a place we chose more wisely. I’m sure of it.
I love words so I write them. I’ve been doing that since I was old enough to read. I am a published literary writer and I was an adjunct English professor at Northern Michigan University for many years. I write and live and love off the grid on 35 acres and a trout stream in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with my son, Joshua, who has Down Syndrome, and with an English Shepherd dog named Maggie, and with my husband when he can make it here which isn’t often. This blog started out being about my work, and it will continue to be. ( I’m working on a novel about premonitions and dreams.) But this blog is also about living off the grid and about my experimentation with diet—most recently the Carnivore Diet. I started on the Ketogenic diet, but have moved into Carnivore. How long, I don’t know. But I’ve become interest in the effects of diet on not just my health, but on creativity. And I’m interested in the effects of the diet on my dreams.
Ah, dreams... The day before my son was born, my mother “dreamed” or was told my son would have Down Syndrome, something she told my brother ahead of time. I’ve never known what to make of that. So I’m interested in prophetic dreams, lucid dreaming, creativity and dreams, night terrors. Who isn't interested in that? I’m interested in Freud (more Jung) and Einstein’s theories of time and how their ideas inform my dreams. I’m interested in mining a deeper relationship with a dream world not confined to daytime experiences, and how the night might inform a more fully imagined daytime “reality.” And vice-versa. Which is the dream?? I’m exploring dreams of all sorts. Come explore with me…
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Nothing wrong with taking your father to the funeral when thousand of protesters can march arm in arm in the streets. Especially as it’s someone so close. Try getting off social media for a while Lynn, it does wonders for the soul. The news that you hear on social media and MSM is probably less than 1% of what is actually going on in the world. The media is a black hole that sucks all the energy out of right-thinking people. Neighbours of all ethnic backgrounds are still living harmoniously together, children are still playing in the street, people are going about their daily business trying to get on with life the best they know how. Dress warm and dry for the weather and then go for a walk in the rain. Let it cleanse your negative mood………and write that hopeful, beautiful post……..the world needs it.
L.E.K. 
Nothing wrong with taking your father to the funeral when thousand of protesters can march arm in arm in the streets. Especially as it’s someone so close. Try getting off social media for a while Lynn, it does wonders for the soul. The news that you hear on social media and MSM is probably less than 1% of what is actually going on in the world. The media is a black hole that sucks all the energy out of right-thinking people. Neighbours of all ethnic backgrounds are still living harmoniously together, children are still playing in the street, people are going about their daily business trying to get on with life the best they know how. Dress warm and dry for the weather and then go for a walk in the rain. Let it cleanse your negative mood………and write that hopeful, beautiful post……..the world needs it.