That creaking sound you hear is the gears of my brain.
I am learning.
CADY! I’m learning how to epub your book.
I can’t believe you would turn away from paper, but in case you’re living purely electronically, watch this space for epub and Kindle versions of your book.
I mean really free. Not like TV free, where you just add shipping and handling. I mean
In case you’re living purely electronically hand to mouth. Or something.
[insert Call me! boilerplate here]
Cady! You won’t believe it!
I drove down to David’s house.
His new wife and kid weren’t there.
But David was.
He wanted to be sure I showed you how big the trillium and lily of the valley patches have gotten. And look! They were both in bloom. He was thrilled that I was there to see it– like a connection to you or something.
He took me into the house and showed me the stain on the ceiling. He left it there on purpose.
And he wanted me to tell you that he does come home now, to the wife and kid. He remembers your talk. Thinks about it all the time. Like every time he wants to stray. Like all the time. But he doesn’t. He wanted me to tell you that.
So now I have. I hope you read this someday. Maybe you’re reading it now– well, not NOW; I haven’t published it yet. But soon now. And if you are, dammit: CALL ME! EMAIL ME!
Edit: Oh! And David saw our signs!!
But they took ’em down pretty quick, he said.
I’m not carrying the red rock in my pocket any more.
It’s heavy! And as you know, I don’t like carrying stuff in my pockets.
Besides, I’ve lost the wind. Lost it before I stopped carrying the rock.
I don’t know which way to face.
I watched To Kill a Mockingbird, ’cause I know it’s your favorite movie. Still putting those energies out there.
I hadn’t before noticed the theme of Boo Radley as Frankenstein, in which the monster is less monstrous than some of those around him.
Edit: I’ve gotten a lot of “Well, duh”s and “Mr. Arthur Radley was not a monster at all.” Okay, I get it.
As Mr. Peck would say, he was a study in acting.
[I know: unrelated. Character / Actor. I get it. <– Thinking emptively; I have to do that before I can get ahead of it]
I picked up the red rock and carried it with me. Not long after, I saw your shadow as a vulture passed overhead.
It’s like an east wind blowing. I’m facing the wind, listening.
Look: Another psychopomp website:
End Friends: No One Dies Alone
It’s apparently by the same person as the End Friends link in a previous blog. There’s a link to that same video.
Check it out!
Let me know what you think.
I sure am thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me, too. I’d love to hear about it.
I’m a Buddhist and I love Buddhism. My previous post spoke against prayer wheels, but I’m about to do an about-face when it comes to prayer flags.
I’m not a believer in prayer wheels, seeing them as encouraging a mindless approach to prayer. However, prayer flags are different.
Prayer flags do not carry prayers to the gods.
The prayers and mantras printed on prayer flags are blown by the wind to spread their intended good will and compassion into all pervading space. Therefore, prayer flags are thought to bring benefit to all.
They’re like colorful smile flags or good energy flags. Just looking at them can start a song in your heart.
I am Buddhist and I love Buddhism. So I do not mean to put out negative energy. But:
Prayer wheels: one turn is equivalent to sending all the prayers within the prayer wheel to the heavens.
But it’s not actually sending the prayers to heaven; it’s just equivalent to it.
Watch people working prayer wheels: Are they even paying attention? So many seem to be mindlessly turning turning turning.
Prayer is not mindless. Prayer is not equivalent to pretending to pray. Mindlessly.
What if you turned a prayer wheel the other way? Are you then sucking all that prayer energy from the world?
So, you’ve finished your book. I mean FINISHED: You’ve got it on Amazon and are ready to send links to the world.
So you go to Amazon, do a search for your book, and copy the URL:
Wowsers! That’s a heck of a link.
Wowsers, no it’s not: It’s a bad link for you to post because it actually contains too much information, referencing your own search. So look for the 10-digit book number followed by a slash
and cut off everything after it:
There’s the link you want to put out there. Go for it!
Chrome Cady: A Quote Woman on the Run
[Edit: People have been telling me that it sounds like I’m actually saying my blessings out loud. No: It’s all in my head. Everything is in my head. You are in my head.]
My name is Jimbeaux and I have anger issues.
Primarily at myself. Especially over the past year. Since I screwed up so bad. And lost my best friend. Friends.
Anyway: This site is called Blessings for a reason. Blessings are my weapon against my anger.
’Cause you can’t use anger against anger: it’s sort of like fighting fire with gasoline. You can’t use any sort of push muscles against anger, ’cause it just pushes back.
So I try to bless my anger.
Usually my blessings start out sounding more like cusses: Bless my goddamn m-f’ing black heart and all the worms within. But the more blessed cusses I spit out, the less cussy they become, and I get to the point of managing something almost on the nice side: Bless my stupid self so that I may become less stupid.
It works especially well against other people. If someone is pissing me off, I start throwing blessings at him: Bless him for his ever so meticulous way of wasting my time. Again, the more blessings I spit out, the sort of nicer they become. Certainly nicer than directly cussing him out.
Tonglen is another nice practice for dealing with negative energies. You breathe in negative energies, filtering them through your own self, so that when you breathe out, they’re positive energies.
May you have a better day for having read this.