‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes – and ships – and sealing wax-
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.’
–Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
Is it obvious my blog time has diminished? It feels as though I’ve been on a scouting trip to find out if life would adjust to my schedule. Guess what? It doesn’t. And I’m no closer to knowing whether pigs have wings.
However, the time has come to share some parts of my life. I’ll be succinct and discipline myself from falling into storytelling. You know that’s a challenge.
- Duc le Chat and I have an uncanny habit of mimicking health conditions with each other. He’ll be morose and inactive one day. After I’ve decided he’s not going to expire, I discover I have similar symptoms. Can we really share bugs? Who had it first? It’s weird having a little black cat as a health detector.
However, he was outwitted with our thyroid conditions. I’m hypo- and he turned up hyper- a few months ago. He lost 20% of his body weight, then shed his appetite. Before this episode, I simply opened a tin of special cat food for touchy urinary tracts. However, to stimulate his lost desire to eat, I began buying chicken thighs. Every day, I cooked one, added it to a smidgeon of tinned food and poured home-made chicken broth over the (smelly) mixture. My Vet’s wife laughed heartily over Duc’s clever and new-found “say” over his diet. She warned me – now that he weighs more than he ever has, we need to return to simplicity. Otherwise, how could I find a gourmand cat sitter? His health now in balance, it’s time for him to eat his plain cat food again. He does so sporadically. When he thinks he’s starving.
- Walking five to seven times a week involves more than an hour’s hike. My Walk Buddy, Marion, and I enjoy a post-walk cool-down. Unless one of us has an appointment, our cool-down talks, laced with lemon water, are hard to quickly put aside. A seasoning of spirituality satisfies us for another day and a deep sense of accomplishment fills me with gratitude.
Marion is visiting her mother in Alberta during Canadian Thanksgiving, but before she left, she went to Aquasize with her house guest. I used to do Aquasize years ago and had considered returning, but early classes were a turn-off. When I learned there was a challenging program at 1:00 pm, I decided to go. I love it. When Marion is back, I bet we’ll set up a mixture of walk and swim.
The good news is that I feel so very healthy and energized. The really good news is that I’m actually losing weight. When a hypo thyroidal individual loses poundage, it’s one notch short of a miracle.
- Webinars. I listen to, and participate in, many Internet interviews, panels, workshops, courses, studies and discussions on various subjects that hold some form of spiritual theme. The topics touch on every aspect of life and living. I revel in all the lessons about healing, inside and out.
The problem with this…when I immerse myself in these concepts, then go out into the real world, I feel I’ve been at our Buddhist retreat for a month at the top of the mountain. Negativity seems heightened and magnified. At the mention of integrity, people’s eyes glaze over with disinterest. No wonder I need to write about it.
Many interviewees on the Internet programs highlight the presence of 5th dimensional energy being served to all who are willing to accept. We’re being warned that the increased intensity of this energy causes unexpected challenges to relationships. It’s a time for sorting and sifting. I’ve been asking the question, “Where do I want to spend my time?”
Plus, I call on the acid test: Is there a mutual dollop of spirituality served in my relationships?
- Jumping right into Septic Tanks… This will be of little interest to all of my Urban dwellers. However, it’s one of the important, issue for rural folk. It’s the time consuming mystery I currently have on my platter. Where’s Elmo-the-Septic-Tank? Neighbours with similar vintage homes have warned that they recently needed to pump and maintain their tanks. I cannot find mine.
Stan and Chad were confident we’d find it in minutes. Chad used his father’s metal detector and searched over the logical location. Not a beep. He dug down in several spots. Nothing. Having spent time in Afghanistan locating land mines, Chad was most disheartened about not locating this innocuous, monstrous cemented necessity.
Marion says her husband will dig some holes. If that fails, I’ll hire Steve-the-plumber-with-a-camera. He unsuccessfully gave the location a free (light) search and poke. He decided he’ll have to insert his plumber’s camera into the lines through the toilet until the camera hits the baffle in the tank. Then he’ll run outside and use another instrument to locate the camera. That’s only a few hundred dollars.
Why not just ignore it since I’m having no problems? Because my two closest neighbours found roots growing in their lines. If not removed, the lines could burst and a new system would be in the 10s of thousands of dollars.
- Winterizing, this year, I found a young man to chop wood while I stacked. He also climbed the ladder to clean leaves out of my eaves. Generally I ignore them as long as possible. Around Christmas, when it’s freezing cold, I clean the eaves – full of leaves, snow and ice. Water streams off the roof instead of into drains. I merrily sing Here Comes Santa Claus while visions of marriage and a handy husband dance in my head.
- Two COOL Items! This post is long enough. I’m going to save the last two topics for the next post. They present both exquisite delight and rampant trepidation. Please forgive me for this, but I have to fulfill my promise to myself that the Blogosphere will not be my master, lover or obsession. A two year addiction transforms now into an act of love.
- My Closing Thanks – one of the benefits of taking a step back from continuous and (sigh) compulsive blogging is rising above the busyness to see what my priorities are and where they lay. I’ve been given awards over the last few months and I have asked three of those beloved souls, Chris (Bridgesburning), Leslie (Lesliepaints) and Rev. Deirdre (Crustybreadblog), to pass mine to new bloggers who need encouragement and support. I’m not saying I don’t need the same, but I remember the newness and the agony of whether or not to continue writing. We need each other, but we especially need to let each other fly. A slow down isn’t a disappearance. After all, most of us have a homing device that far surpasses technology.
Thank you, my Homies, for our connection. Thanks to the continuous crops of new readers who see enough of a message to subscribe. Even though my comments may be more sporadic, I want to continue finding your messages. Bloggers find that a small minority of readers leave comments – the vast majority are shy. Whether you comment or not, I know of your quality. I cannot imagine losing touch with any of you.
You challenge me to met your standards of excellence. Thank you!