In remembrance of the human experience.

I have spent days scrolling waiting for the thing that will happen....happen.

What a life of a dog. I watching my dog looking at the beautiful sunset through the bars that prevent her from launching herself off the stairs, taking the full last 4 in a leap like most pups would do. But today this pup seems to have a bit of problems with her hind legs. I suspected so much when I got her. It was hard to tell with the floppiness of shepherd pups.

What a bummer to be told to slow down at the moment when your being is wanting to spread in all directions that allow.

I see her and her friend the pitty taking in the sunset. What a dogs life to see this as eventful as days go by in the same space. As I scroll think what a dogs life when you notice your dogs have more taste in this natural existence.

This allows me to remember and watch the lighting storm passing through. A lovely sight in LA.

This human experience how out dated it is. The messiness of the body, the confusion of the emotions, the navigating clumsily through space. Why do I feel like the simpleness of existence is too simple for our simple attention. Why do I feel the more I find understanding, the place I came from looks dark and shaded like a checkered brain of dementia. Loose footing, grey memories.

My practice is to up root what blocks me. These offerings are in remembrance of the human experience…how precious and simple it is. How simple we are…how simple I am. How much we place in experience when we construct it ourselves but somehow experienced with others. These offering are to up root what blocks us from finding our true humanity, a sprinkling of everyone’s crazy ideas.

jj