Randy died on the same day as Sinead but only received a fraction of media airtime. I think he’d want it that way.
Jim Mineo was my mechanic. I really trusted him working on my old Audi A6 Quattro. Nicest guy too. I took the Audi in last Thursday for an electrical issue. Another person was in Jim’s seat. He explained the sad news—"got sick and died.” I’m suspicious.
I’d also like to mention an old friend who passed away on August 1, 2023—Vic T. Vic was about twenty years older than me and passed away in a care center in the UK. His wife passed away a few years before him. His daughter said that on the day he died the caregivers brought him his breakfast and asked him what he wanted for lunch. He told them they don’t need to prepare him any lunch because he is having lunch today with his wife Christine. He died before lunch with his three daughters at his side.
I'm seeing death and cancers returning all around me. amazing how millions are dying, and all the injuries exploding and so few even notice. Of course, the media won't touch any of it. Excessive deaths have been normalized. And oddly a few other people have mentioned this burnout/exhaustion, and I'm also experiencing it. Total burnout by late afternoon. As if our life force is being sucked out of us, which it is, I know, but just something I've noticed. Frequencies? Poisons? All of the above?
So sorry about your friend and mechanic. The culling is bigger than we are perceiving. Hard to imagine they can kill so many with such stealth.
Access to the S-Stack universe allows me to hear lots of falling trees in otherwise empty forests far far away.
I have a relationship with some thickly wooded private acreage that I was raised on. The sort where the majority of trees are 80 feet tall and provide almost complete overhead cover throughout the mini realm. I did and still know every hill, valley and cool creek spot.
Life divided by potential, plus trajectory, multiplied by velocity allowed me languages, travel and examples of how to live in this world. When done with those places and things I returned to those greenish acres. I would have thought that all those impressive things seen would've made the relatively small area seem like those miniature kindergarten chairs from my post toddler phase.
Upon my return and perusal every massive Cedar, Pine, Oak et al. was present or had a familial stand in. The elder trees were like old wise elephants that raised me with lessons, protection and guidance. They'd shared their village with me as a child and now in the fourth quarter of the Hero’s Journey, I was home to pay them back.
Last winters ice storms took down lots of young wood with aspirations, while the turbulent winds of reality broke an occasional mastodon class survivor and left it hobbled and lacking. Their circular story of life is not unlike J. Campbells book of a ‘Thousand Faces’ and I treated them as such.
When the deep roots and innumerable annual organic solar panels can no longer sustain one of the lumbering elders, I assist in their passage while the masses solemnly sway whisper and bear witness. I return them to the dust within the alter of Stovius Potbellius. Ashes to compost, compost to garden.
These last couple of years other freinds and caretakers of giants in the region talked of too many young strong trees dying. We notice saplings like the rural unaccustomed types notice cute spotted fawns. So when lots are dying and no one can sort out why, you notice. I’m used to loss, and grasp deeply father time and mother natures responsibility, but this is different.
I see so many souls being taken beyond the OG grand plan. At a minimum, this calm prior to what seems to be an incoming storm has given me cause to slow down, listen more than speak, drink good smoky whiskey, enjoy small batch home grown SS’s like this and talk to humans who believe we’ve got nothing in common.
Thanks for sharing your garden with me. I’m a photog of sorts, shoot all the flora and fauna in my terrarium like world, so I dig the stories and pics especially. Appreciation from beyond the fray.