April 4, 2024

Sometimes I do things that play in superstition. Little prayers and tiny rituals that would probably seem peculiar without explanation. Today, I made a small red paper heart. The translucent cup I have still has a sticker on its bottom. I peeled the sticker, placed the heart on its sticky face, then reapplied the sticker to the bottom of the cup. Now, when I drink water, I look at a tiny heart. Tibetan monks supposedly mediated over water while it was freezing and the water crystalized with beautiful symmetry, because they were focusing their thoughts on love. So the bottom of my cup seemed a great place to symbolize my own thoughts. Perhaps my mind has no ability to manipulate my reality but if the only thing I will into existence is a more positive attitude then my reality has indeed been manipulated. Wholey water. Its almost time to tie a sheet over my shoulders and try to fall asleep while pretending to be Zach-Thor-iah. My kids are other members of the Lavenders and I will dream that we save the planet from imminent destruction.