We like to keep it intimate around here — We don’t ‘know’ each other but I can see how easy it is to believe we do — For example — at this time of year — do you know how morbid my ideas become?
Partially — seasonal affective disorder — partially 27 years since my headwash to Omolu on the Feast Day of Saint Lazarus — The experience saved me — before having my head washed I suffered the consequences of a preemptive kundalini strike — called by the psychobabblists at the time — “Panic attacks”
I thought I was over — looking at the wrong reflection
Maybe we can be forgiven considering how many friends— family — lovers — party acquaintances have died this year and the last and the last — accelerating — reminding us how precious and wonderful this moment is
How entwined past and future are
I’ve envisioned Whitehead’s concrescence as waves of history’s past lapping at the shores of Now — if we include Wargo’s retrocausation — Now is seen as an island surrounded by temporal waters
Well, y’all, my day so far — Hope yours is equally, less, or more silly!
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 12/15/2021
PS It was noted for some people the ‘heart’ button both top and bottom had become invisible — I’ll contact Substack support today if this remains the case — But like so much of life, although it is not visible, be assured, the heart is still there.
