Gees, this picture keeps going in sideways and I don’t see any tools to rotate it.
Anyway, did you see the movie Adaptation? The guy was obsessed with Orchids until one day he said he “was done with Orchids.” Weird movie with Meryl Streep. But it turns out I am not done with orchids.
My daughter gave me this one a year ago Mother’s Day. Or for my birthday a year ago March. It bloomed a while and then they fell off. I put the plant in my room just waiting for it to die since I know nothing about orchids. It had dust all over it and I’d forget to water it for weeks.
I’m superstitious about plants. I once had a Ficus tree that loved our glassed-in porch where we raised our kids and lived twenty years. As soon as we moved, it died and our bad luck started (not that it was ALL bad, but mostly). And it’s gone on a long time.
So this morning, I look and this orchid is gonna bloom again. Just one stalk instead of two, though I see other leaves or shoots starting. I don’t know how I missed it shoosting up there (as Lisa would say on Green Acres). The orchid and I made it through one LOUSY winter, the worst of my life. It’s hard to believe either of us are alive.
Fighters. I’ve seen them around me for the first time in a long time.
Time to wipe the dust off me and live again. I know there are still bad things ahead, but I’m a believer in synchronicity (that’s how I experience spirituality), and I know this is a sign. I may be dusty and ragged, but I aint DEAD.
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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I’ve never met an orchid I haven’t murdered, save the sole beauty I gave my mom the Mother’s Day before last. It’s still going strong!
Lest you feel alone in your endless stream of bad luck, remember—I’m right there with you. I suppose things could get worse (we have a place to live and food), but…I don’t want to think about it.
Ever get the feeling we’re being prepared for something REALLY hideous? I do….all the damned time.
Here’s to strength in misery! ❤️