On couples and families, real and created:
I observe, from my altitude-impaired height, that humans are often caught up in the daily doing of errands, house-repair, clothes-mending, wood-gathering (also wool-gathering, but they don’t do much of that any longer), refrigerator-cleaning, weed-pulling, cleaning-pickups of life and so would benefit from a respite each day of just sitting somewhere quiet (like on my comforter folded up on the dresser or a particular cushion in a particular chair I happen to have appropriated for my own) and reflecting on just what it is they do do and why.
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Meditation is great for this, and kitties are the world’s most accomplished meditators, able to sit in one spot for hours, eyes half-closed, appearing to sleep, while actually we are in white nothingness or even colorless nothingness, letting our thoughts come in one brain cell and out the other, trancelike and approaching nirvana.
I know it doesn’t look like this to humans but believe me, that’s what we are doing. We are regular little Maharishis.
My mama and papa visited a guy years ago who was a kind of booga-booga guru cum medicine man cum shaman cum crazy-as-a-hoot-owl brilliant healer, also known as a shrink, and he said the world is divided into thinkers and feelers (you already know that I am a thinker of the highest order), and that their attributes are exactly the opposite of what one would think (haha) in that feelers are very cerebral and thinkers are very intuitive.
Go figure.
This discrepancy is one that mama and papa are still going round and round about, but you have to hand it to that guy; he was one skilful fellow because if there are two more different people in the world (and papa’s an Aries—not at all good with a Cancerian, but what the hell, as Marilyn Monroe used to say about almost anything), they are mama and papa, but then again, they have so much in common, so many values that are similar that everything just seemed to overcome the myriad obstacles that are in the paths of a thinker/feeler marriage or any marriage, for that matter.
Mama and papa will celebrate their knowing one another on Easter Sunday, the very same day they met, March 31st, 38 years ago!!! Whoa..
