Thanks to Bill Maynard, Wildlife Photographer (E: bmaynard@coolwildlife.com   W: www.coolwildlife.com)
for this image of a saw-whet owl (the winner of the Canadian Geographic birds category in 2012 and it is still hanging proudly on the Canadian Museum of Nature all these years later in the form of a banner that is probably 30 feet long)

I recently completed an Insight Timer mediation that explores the Akashic field where shamans roam and your spirit guides hang out waiting to make your acquaintance. Excellent zone! The meditation is amazing. Thanks to "The Honest Guys".... Yep, so I met up with an owl that looked very much like this one! 

That's enough for today. 

Anterograde amnesia is a loss of the ability to create new memories after the event that caused amnesia, leading to a partial or complete inability to recall the recent past, while long-term memories from before the event remain intact. 

I'm inclined to make a New Year's resolution regarding posting daily once again. I did find it useful, inspiring and often enlightening. I am also inclined to utilize the blog as a daily source of re-minding myself of a set number of things that I seem to constantly forget.

If you haven't watched the movie 50 First Dates, then you may want to check it out... The woman in the story had anterograde amnesia. To make life workable (not a Ground Hog Day re-run) she created and watched, first thing every morning, a video summary of her life since her accident. I don't care to explain it any further. If it doesn't make sense, go watch the movie for $2.50 on Amazon Prime and come back.... 

I have noticed how forgetful I am over time. I manage to experience important epiphanies and forget them again shortly after. I'm practicing, currently, how to experience the feeling of loving an animal without fear. I'm good with the IDEA of loving an animal, I'm good with caring for an animal... I can DO things. I can THINK about things... actually FEELING the feeling is a bit tougher for me. I shut down a lot of my heart, apparently, when it got trashed early in my childhood.  I had a flash back of my Bulldog puppy, King, dying when I was seven. But I digress... the point is I am contemplating using this platform on a daily basis to re-mind myself of the important things... 

Maybe daily is too much? I have nothing else to do, though, really, so why not? I already do a lot of shit mostly every day: journal, play guitar, meditate, do yoga, walk, track shit... why not add another thing? The post could be a word or an image, I don't have to write a book every day.

I miss the flow of writing here. I miss the tongue in cheek humor that seems to spill out... I miss swearing in "public"... Fuck Yeah! I miss being myself... irreverent and thoughtful and silly. I am planning on getting my poetry published in some fashion this year... perhaps this could also act as a story about that process... so many fucking possibilities it boggles and overwhelms me. So there it is. I'll see you tomorrow... or not... watch the movie, or don't. I have come a long way baby and your life is not my concern. I can only put it out there... it's a thought provoking and silly romantic comedy.