I know a BUNCH of people like this guy John, right here in so-called liberal New York State. In fact, I call most of them my friends. They’re really nice people except that they’re total MAGA. Some of them are complete conspiracy theorists, you can’t talk to them at all. I keep the conversation on the Bills & food & the weather … there’s enough there to keep them quiet about politics, at least for a while.
“Republicans seem to support one fella, some guy named Brandon. He’s having a good year, I’m kind of happy for him.” – Joe Biden at the 2022 White House Correspondents’ Dinner
I have a t-shirt that I like to wear that reads simply “Brandon Won”. For those of you who don’t know who Brandon is it refers to the political slogan “Let’s Go Brandon” used by the MAGA Neanderthals as a euphemism for “Fuck Joe Biden”. For the red hat brigade: eu·phe·mism – a mild or indirect word or expression substituted for one considered to be too harsh or blunt when referring to something unpleasant or embarrassing.
I ran into a guy I have known for easily 30 years at Home Depot and haven’t seen in a while. We spent the first 10 minutes talking about what our kids are up toand then John got serious and said
How today the sky ripped open? Unexpected.
For an hour, maybe two, the clouds insisted
on themselves. Sunday wept away the sun.
It was enough to ruin everything. Ruin.
How careless I can be.
It surprised even me, when I said it out loud -
I am inconveniently in love.
As though convenience feels
like coming home.
I only want a luscious life. I want to touch
the tender place our gods meet. I want
to say your name like this:
I trust you with my weather.
I was reading through some files I had saved & found an article about Dr. Gabor Maté’s work in the field of addiction. This jumped out at me:
“The impact of childhood adversity is to give a person a distorted and negative view of the world and of themselves. By nature, we are born into the world expecting to be nurtured and loved and supported, understood and seen and heard because that’s how human beings evolved. In fact, that’s how any mammal evolved. When that doesn’t happen, when we’re hurt for whatever reason, when we’re simply not seen or understood or nurtured emotionally in the way that we need, then we immediately come to believe, and this belief becomes ingrained in our psyches, that’s there’s something wrong with us. We believe we should be ashamed of who we actually are, and that’s because children take everything personally.
“Children are narcissists, not in a negative sense, but in the developmental sense that they think it’s all about them. When things don’t go well, they develop a deficient sense of themselves. They also develop a view of the world that is rather fearful in which they have to hide or defend themselves or run or escape how they feel. All of that is the basis of addiction.
“However, it’s not human nature to develop in that manner. Human nature is to be connected and loving, open and social, and compassionate. Not being able to be true to our nature is one of the reasons why we suffer. That true nature is still working for us and is still inside us. The very suffering itself helps to wake us up. That very suffering helps to guide us in the right direction if we are open to receiving the guidance.
“In the addiction movement, people talk about recovery. What does it mean to recover something — it means to find it. When you recover something, you get it back. In other words, what we get back is ourselves. That self is never actually lost. If we can identify how we lost the way and how we “lost” ourselves, we can find a way back to ourselves, which is the essence of all healing.”
The most significant gifts are the ones most easily overlooked. Small, everyday blessings: woods, health, music, laughter, memories, books, family, friends, second chances, warm fireplaces and all the footprints scattered throughout our days.
Found on The Goddess & the Green Man website … a really great place! Check them out!
The Grain Mother.
At Lammas the Goddess is in Her aspect as Grain Mother, Harvest Mother, Harvest Queen, Earth Mother, Ceres and Demeter. Demeter, as Corn Mother, represents the ripe corn of this year’s harvest and Her daughter Kore/Persephone represents the grain – the seed which drops back deep into the dark earth, hidden throughout the winter, and re-appears in the spring as new growth. This is the deep core meaning of Lammas and comes in different guises. The fullness and fulfillment of the present harvest already holds at its very heart the seed of all future harvest. (It is a fact that a pregnant woman carrying her as yet unborn daughter is also already carrying the ovary containing all the eggs her daughter will ever release – she is already both mother, grandmother and beyond, embodying the great Motherline – pure magic and mystery.)
So as the grain harvest is gathered in, there is food to feed the community through the winter and within that harvest is the seed of next year’s rebirth, regeneration and harvest. The Grain Mother is ripe and full, heavily pregnant she carries the seed of the new year’s Sun God within her. There is tension here. For the Sun God, the God of the Harvest, the Green Man, or John Barleycorn, surrenders his life with the cutting of the corn.
It’s a very hot, dry summer this year. The cats don’t like it. They lie around all day & then they keep me up all night when it’s cooler. Honestly, that makes more sense … to sleep during the heat of the day & to be active during the cooler hours of the night, not that it’s all that cool at night.
This is Radar & Bobby during the afternoon. They try to find a cool spot in the study.
BTW, that floor fan that Radar is lying next to was my grandparents, it’s older than I am by about fifteen-twenty years & it still works great. They made things to last back in the day.
I was supposed to go to a farmer’s market this morning with a girlfriend of mine & then to the Italian Festival but she blew me off so I stayed home & sat at my desk, doing what I always do. I was kept company by Radar, sleeping soundly & snoring his sweet little hissing snore.