❧I haven't had any of the overt occult experiences for a long time It's a fact for me that I live in the immediate present pretty much all the time now. Either I'm awake to the natural world around me or I'm off into the wild blue yonder. Singing is a way in which I can do both.
My first real singing started when I was a boy off plowing a mule in the back forty, and staring at a mule's ass and winking pee-hole for hours on end was not enough amusement for a twelve year old boy. I started singing the songs I had learned and memorized at church and at school to amuse myself. I could get to singing and the world would go away.
One time my father came to get me because it was pouring down rain, and I didn't have enough sense to get out of it because I was too busy making a joyful noise. What amazed my father is that the mule didn't bolt toward the barn, although it was thundering and lightning to beat the band.
It's not just linguistics nor the words one chooses, but speaking those words and phrases that make homo sapiens so versatile. I live alone and don't talk much. I write a lot of words, but I don't speak them because there is nobody here to say anything too. To keep my brain working with words I have to find an excuse to say them, so I sing to my neighbors and my brother's dogs. They go into shock when they realize I'm doing much more than barking.
I don't think I could be comfortable living in a place where I couldn't make as much noise singing as I want to, at least at times screaming bloody murder for no good reason at all. That's why people who talk a lot are liable to say stuff that comes from some source that not always accountable for. Many, the great majority, perhaps, of people in general are quite satisfied to sing in the choir. Well, bless their hearts. '-)
I started writing this as a response to Jerry, and I did send out the first paragraph as that. This has been a long cumbersome day with all the aches and pains that never go away now. I more or less cope the best I can with what I got, and that has to be good enow.
I walked around my house barefooted on the grass for a goodly number of rounds. First I walked in one direction and then the other. My feet are et up with the gout now, and walking around with shoes on, even my wonderful new Crocs, gets tedious. Feeling the uneven clumps of grass beneath my feet was as about as close as I'll ever get to a foot massage these days. It was very enjoyable while it lasted.
My upside down tomatoes are not growing so rapidly. I have another plant of the same variety planted in a right-side up planter and it's doing great. I put a little more Miracle Gro in the upside down bucket and hope that will help. I might just keep adding fertilizer until it burns the edges of the leaves. The right-side up plant got burned right away because the potting soil I put it in was really rich in nutrients before I transplanted. When it got past that initial burning, however, the plant really took off.
Growing food in pots up on the second-floor of my outside deck seems to be my kind of farming or gardening. I have a lot more control over it because I pass my plants every time I go up and down the stairs. I don't have to worry about varmints like rabbits either. I have lots of rabbits around my house, and I like seeing them hop around on my lawn, but I don't like them eating my green plants. This tactic I'm adopting may resolve my biggest dislikes about growing stuff.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
