AstroGypsies

I keep trying but apparently this station is not working. What kind of super powers would I be bestowed with? The ability to make things, people etc disappear would be very very bad…;) I’d have a hard time controlling it…Ha!

It took me awhile to figure out I wasn’t going to live forever…maybe I was just too busy to think about it. Around 50 it dawned on me I wasn’t going to be here until the end of time. I might be a bit thick, yup. The ravages of aging are becoming alarmingly apparent that you don’t get to go quietly and not hurting somewhere. Maybe if I could heal, that would be the superpower to have, I could be alien, ET, Paul, come get me;)

I think it consumes some people, the fear of dying. I’m not sure yet how I feel about it. Some days I think I have seen enough of this beautiful planet that if my number came up, I’d be good to go, other times, well, no, I have so much more to explore! I just want to do it sooner than later I guess:) Sometimes the planets don’t align and here you are…wondering, just what am I doing? Some days I think it felt better being so busy you didn’t have the time to even think about it.

It would be nice to be greeted by a herd of purring cats in the land of Bastet when I go, don’t know who she is? Ancient Egyptian goddess Bastet, or Bast, was initially worshipped as a lioness before changing to a cat. She was the daughter of the sun god Ra, and was a prehistoric deity whose violent temper was softened after she became increasingly associated with the domestic cat in about 1500 BCE. Cats can do that to you;)

I don’t actually believe in any God or deity, fine if you do, just not for me. Maybe our energy does get reborn into something else, mother nature is pretty good about recycling;) I’d like to come back at least once as a bird, oh to fly, then a cat of course, I want to know what it’s like to purr:) A horse would be grand, to run, I was never much good at running;) We’ll go with reincarnation then, if there’s a choice;) Please don’t send me to Mormon afterlife prison;) There’s some f*cked up shit out there! Humans…

Aloof

The irresponsive silence of the land,

The irresponsive sounding of the sea,

Speak both one message of one sense to me

Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand

Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band

Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;

But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?

What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?

And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,

And sometimes I remember days of old

When fellowship seem’d not so far to seek,

And all the world and I seem’d much less cold,

And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,

And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Que descanse en paz Harry Crosby…now back to what we call life…