Sansaku: Didn’t See That One Coming
1/31/24
My point of urgency is not the blood draw tomorrow, but the massive atmospheric river and the trip to Arizona. I woke around two last night, thinking I should stay and care for the house. Which means the body.
The image in the dream was something special. The snake too large for the hole in the pot it slipped through. Totally phallic. It looked like a cobra and then a humongous worm. Never seen anything like it. I tried to look-it up, but the computer was a word-processor.
I threw a blanket over the alien consciousness and took it outside. Not much fear, but I was being careful. Beside the pot, a snakeskin. In the dream I knew: an act of regeneration. The past it left behind.
I’ve added two pounds to the weights I swing around. Twenty pounds in all. And in the late afternoon, instead of drinking a beer to temper the news, I’ve been making a cup of green tea and reading. I took the old lighter weights to the family room. Now twice a day I’m dancing.
My response to the insanity in the world and the cancer in my body is to slow down and grieve, take time to praise and enjoy, be the best version of myself I can be, and live in the moment. The goal is now.
When thoughts of the storm and traveling stress me out at two in the morning, I try not to feed them. But I made a few lists and told the recorder to remember. There are clay buckets to empty and a key for the neighbor. And because of the doctor, I’m checking blood pressure.
The triggers or inducers to ecstasy, according to Laski, include what we’ll encounter on the road trip. Mountains, sunrise, sunset, wild weather. The coming of Spring. Regeneration. The dream comes around. Out of death comes life. Didn’t see that one coming.