with  happy music or photos or cartoons or jokes, sprinkled in between the gloom and doom overtaking us.  I wish I could, I wish I would, I think I can…splat!

WOOLGATHERING

I’d like to get some drawings on here. It’s difficult because I shake from essential tremor, not parkinson’s.  I tried the pencil modem and an app on my tablet but I couldn’t get it right. Now I’m gonna try scanning a drawing and trying to get that on–(my doctor prescribes music but that part of my brain is filled with something else) :

But I do collage when I get too antsy. Other people’s art and photos from magazines, so kind of illicit (illegal?).

This is part of a collage I was going to have for my book Fallout, but I decided it would be too much trouble to run all the sources down.

Well, I see a problem here. This material isn’t jokey or sweet music….Sigh.

One day I won’t wake up

or hear the birds

or feel the sun…

The Caution Against Living in the Past:

Hope, trust, wonder, snuggling…It’s okay to live in the past if the past harbors…In my earlier verse I failed  to tell you what I really meant. Feelings, like tubes of  dry paint…They say don’t live in the past, but that’s only if you have a future. No one dare take the farm from my memory’s treasured vault with my grandmother, on her lap and the reassuring sound at night of  coal settling in the grate.

Gather, Ye Children, and You Shall Hear:  We are like frogs, being limited in what we see. The world is only what our perception allows us.

Three separate tributaries feed into the unconscious we can never know. Repression is not one of them, nor denial.

The first is prenatal and natal memories. The second is the adaptive unconscious which can never be directly accessed, though it can effect motivation and orchestrate behavior. The third is via subliminal perception.  I wonder who is overseeing the subliminal messages being sent out over the internet daily?  They aren’t illegal, but I wonder who they’re telling us to vote for?

What kind of flowers are these?