Conscious living — maddening, painful, frustrating, demanding. And always preferable to the alternative.
The Great Dane puppy discovered an unattended chocolate digestive biscuit on a small plate on a low table, left by a guests. He immediately realized that unhealthy human food beats healthy nutritious dog food hands down. He has been sitting for an hour or longer in front of the low table waiting for more manna from human heaven.
I have a certain bounce-back resilience that bounces back about 95 % of the time. I’m lucky that way. In the bath this morning I started to sing a few bars of Dylan’s Forever Young, the only lines I know.
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
The sourdough is bubbling away under its warm folded rug like a murky cauldron.
My hay fever is worse than ever and may not be caused by natural pollen but by crop spraying, loads of carcinogenic chemicals dumped onto fields and vineyards across the valley.
Never mind! The Magnolia stellata is out in the next street and resembles a galaxy of white scented stars. The mauve wisteria is just opening and in a week we shall have indigenous jasmine perfuming the evenings. My lovely orb spiders have had babies, snails are mating on vertical surfaces and there is a group of children playing soccer together on the playing field I can see from the study window. Black and white, rich and poor, boys and girls, barefoot and in expensive trainers, running and shouting and having fun. The future belongs to them.