The kittens slept, wrapped up next to and between my legs. Then, they rose, ate, cleansed, eliminated, and romped. Now, there is a moment of quiet.
My friend Joyce is now a docent at Tor House in Carmel. She sends me this quote.
I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, influencing each other, therefore parts of one organic whole.
from Robinson Jeffers, The Poet of California.
What a way to start the day. Jane and I worked today with St. Patrick's Day. I was jubilant that day, thinking and feeling my treatment was over. How deluded we can be, and yet, I was so joyful. I wouldn't have it any other way.
The lessons are many, and I sit here now, reaching for some coherency to them all.
Temple Grandin, is autistic, and would have it no other way. She loves how her brain organizes and sees patterns. She thinks in pictures. She doesn't know what it would be like to have the emotional life some of us wallow in, so she doesn't miss it. She is content. She has designed livestock-handling facilities so cattle go to their death, calm and content. I recommend her book, Thinking in Pictures, and Other Reports from My Life with Autism. I am going to re-read it, since this experience, seems to have spun my brain on a centrifuge. Where am I now? Who? Perhaps, Temple's words will give me a cattle chute of my own.