Reflections on a numb thumb… and cats

Under the moon I place my thumb, I weave the spell, not much else... except some musings about cats by the moonlight... I light the candle and bring forth the vision about a woman with a numb thumb who dreams:

As you may or may not know I have, in recent years, encountered several health “opportunities”. They seem to be increasing however, with the latest being a numb thumb for the last 3 days. No matter how much I rub it or pour hot and cold water over it… the numbness just won’t stop.
It has slightly improved but not to my full satisfaction.

So as I sit here, in the mountains, under heavy rain with the cell phone claiming there will be deluges and tempests in my area in the coming days I wonder how amazingly wonderful would be to be fully healed. Can I convince the cells in my body to be healthy again and stop sulking? Can I reset myself to the beginning?

I’ve meditated on it and other things but my mind drifts away towards clouds and dreams and daily happenings that have nothing to do with myself or my interior landscape.
We’re in lock down here where I live, which rhymes with countdown if I was silly enough to make a song detailing the madness.

The madness is real. You can feel it in certain moon phases polluting the landscape, trying to latch on to anyone that is afraid. They dance together (the fear and the madness) in the empty streets, an awkward dance, resembling a hybrid of tango and techno.

It’s a chimera of sounds that hypnotizes cats and calls forth the hurricanes. A litany of ghosts and spirits that haunt the sleeping and feed from their inner light leaving a wreck of fatigue and emptiness. Once I caught one at it and I exorcised it in the name of love while I was levitating 30 cm above my bed.

The dreams have returned, strange and confused and not so vivid as they used to be, but they have come back and so I don’t feel so numb inside anymore. Except for my left thumb that conspires to persist in limbo like a spoiled child holding tight to a Ferrari.

Nothing of this makes sense, I know, they are the musings of a mind half asleep, I’m letting it drift where it wants to go in the vague hope there will be some epiphany hidden in the far horizon or under a nearby rock… you never know when the universe will jump at you and knock you over with a stick, or a flower, or a gentle whisper that travels with the wind, but if you find your balance you can glide by as if you were walking on water all your life… and wouldn’t it be a sort of miracle by itself?

The cats seem to be immune to all of that, they are little bundles of joy jumping around until they fall asleep in the corners, exhausted and blissful. They don’t partake in the madness, they have no fear, they have grown sheltered inside and to them the approaching tempest may be a new marvel in their short life. They are young still, barely half a year, cute, portable and fluffy. Totally alive and in the moment every second that goes by. While outside the window the huge moon looks down, down, down... Into my head!

May you prosper all your life!

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