First, I butchered the spelling of the great Thich Nhat Hanh a few days ago when lamenting his death. If that wasn’t bad enough I should have been celebrating his life. I got that one wrong. I get a lot of them wrong. It is a fundamental part of my unwokeness. Ordinarily I would be lamenting my unwokeness but I’m not prepared to have that conversation. I think that the idea of being ‘woke’ is difficult to navigate, primarily because it is about being accepting and accommodating of people who are different, but only if that different is a like-minded sense of acceptance. We don’t ever firmly choose to accept the non-accepting, because that would be enabling hate.
I am rambling. I do that more and more lately. I think it is a gut reaction to not creating narratives and the characters that populate my imagination are bleeding into my reality, but the negative ones are the strongest, because negativity apparently has more upfront and in your face noticability than happiness. Oh also, the happy characters always seem to be less interesting.
Some Thoughts:
- I miss Razzi-ann. She was the only cat who really wanted to snuggle up with me all the time. It sounds strange but she even groomed my hair and that was perhaps the most loving thing an animal has done for me. All other cats are <
- I have to get out of my own head in terms of negativity. It doesn’t help that I am surrounded by it on a daily basis. Negativity, laziness, and lack of personal motivation to do more than sit on your ass and watch shows and play video games. Talislegger, This is your Universe!
- Gotta go to work now.