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: