I’ve changed my mind (and not for the first time). I’ve decided not to get completely organized by the time of my surgery in February, but to work on it for 15 minutes a day and the rest of the day continue finishing my new (just started) book.   Earlier I had sworn never to write another non-fiction book, and I changed my mind about that, too.  I wonder if changing one’s mind is a sign of old age or renewal or no sign at all?

I decided this last night and decided to follow my advice in Stepping Stones to the Depths, which I am just beginning and whose contents I can’t publish if I or my literary executor try to get it published–following my own advice as I go.  This journey of my experience in writing the book will appear on my page on Dreams on this blog. I still haven’t gotten clear about entering on pages and/or blog proper, but I’m sure I’ll be finding out soon.

Anyway, for two days now I’ve been a vegetarian, and last night’s long dream brought me several new/old ideas about my topic (different ways to visit the unconscious).

The current This Week magazine reports that in Argentina 144,000 women have gone off the pill this year because they can no longer afford it, and condom sales have shrunk 20 percent in recent months….

William Carlos Williams Wrote “The Red Wheelbarrow” in 1923:

so much depends

upon

a red wheel barrow                                                       

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens.

ooooooooooooo

Nan wrote “The Black Chalkboard”  circa 2015:

so much

depends

upon a black

chalk board

covered with equations

beside the gray

waste basket.

While still trying to organize my “stuff,” I came across a article in The Atlanta Journal from Thursday, June 6, 1968, with what seems like a good idea.  Headline of the article (on page 19A) was RFK DEATH SPARKS VOWS HERE TO PUSH HARD FOR GUN LAW.  Hey, why didn’t I think of that!

It causes grief, yes, if we let ourselves become ruthlessly aware of the cruelty afoot in the world this minute. The limited contents of our consciousness serve us well, as exemplified by an attachment in my e-mail by a person working on their MBA sitting in a cheerful cafe marveling at how good life on earth is…Pleasant, no big wars, etc….We just don’t stop to enjoy it.

I would probably go crazy if I were to personally witness one half of the cruelty  existing all over the world today, even in the USA.  I couldn’t stand to see a babe ripped screaming from his mother’s arms and…Then I realize how I protect myself from awareness that the meat I eat may be someone’s pet grown up or, worse, an animal that was never anyone’s pet.  I am not strong enough yet to quit paying others who raise, butcher and sell to the likes of me.  I was reading an article in an old issue of Utne magazine that observed that “We could feed one billion more people if we used land to grow food rather than feed.” Utne Mar-Apr 1992 (#59).  I hope black beans and brown rice don’t feel pain.

A federal judge on Monday dismissed a lawsuit brought by President Donald Trump in his effort to block a subpoena issued by the Manhattan district attorney’s office for eight years of Trump’s tax returns, rejecting the President’s “extraordinary” claim that any occupant of the White House enjoys “absolute immunity from criminal process of any kind.”

CNN News

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