Oh, Cathy….

ceramic, 1994, 12″ x 5″ x 1/2″
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Writing this blog is entirely self-referential.

I use my own experiences as fodder for understanding the changes occurring in me

As I make my way down this road accompanied by chronic illness.

In yesterday’s post I discussed consciousness and the lack of it.

The genesis of my writing came from a reaction I had to a friend who arrived to pick me up for dinner very stoned.

My history includes dealing with a childhood of uncertainty stemming from living with an alcoholic father.

I am on hyper-alert when it comes to fuzzy consciousness.

That said, I apologize to all of you who use substances to ease the discomfort and pain of illness.

I have no judgement in this regard, believe me..

I just have my own personal threshold of a safety zone

And it is VERY personal, I know.

So please forgive my own unconsciousness with regard to a wider view of the thing.

Thank you for making me aware of this oversight.

I’ll leave you with a bit of natural consciousness altering substance:

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