I love a good philosophical discussion. Reality is what you make it to be.
Carnival is a wonder drug. It was amazing Amy - I took the hit with the intention of taking a few back-to-back, put the bong down and had to get up to check there again. Opened the box, looked again, and there it was laughing at me.
Interestingly, just before that I’d gone looking through the jeans pocket again and found the $2 bill she gave me a few months back so I’d never be out of money, and thought it was my missing $100. I squealed with delight and shouted “Look! I found it!” to have the daughter explain it wasn’t the bill I was looking for.
“But” she enthused, “that feeling of joy and delight you just expressed? That’s the feeling you want to hold to until you find the bill.”
Smart student, this lovely daughter of mine.
Within 10 minutes of practicing that vibration of discovery and delight I found the misplaced money.
You tell me this stuff doesn’t work. Lol!
My mother did this too. It was like a treasure hunt when she couldn’t remember what book in our extensive library she put it into. Lol!
I’ve always made it a point not to hide money. I shy away from the feeling of lack that comes from the fear that someone could find it and take it. Abundance has to flow freely into and through my life or I come to a stop and that’s not a good thing.
My daughter’s first reaction to hearing is “lost” that bill was “Someone else must have needed it.” As I said, we’ve found money on many occasions. It happens all the time, to be honest. We do t hold onto money, we put it to use.
This bill’s function is to remind me that there is no lack in the universe excepting the lack I create through my thoughts. Carrying it around helps me reinforce that reality.
Haha! That one always makes me laugh.
It’s only temporary Joe. I’ll survive on other chemovars and be so thrilled to have Carnival again.
This time I’m cobbing part of her. That’ll make the harvest stretch further.
Oh no.... you were looking for that other one.
Ouch! Not the same fun, is it?
Good morning everyone 
Time to get this show on the road. Breakfast calls, and then I think I’ll get out in the sunshine and do a little mental planning. I’m still trying to work out the rotations. I’m revising my starting list to accommodate juicing. The daughter and I have decided to grow, harvest, and freeze the flowers for future consumption.
I’ve been thinking a consult with Dr. William Courtney might be a good idea. I’m curious as to whether it matters what chemovar you choose to juice and if he’s seen patients succeed in what we’re about to attempt. I’m thinking the Jamaican might be a good candidate. It has all the proper terpenes and a 2:1 CBD:THC ratio. I’ll still be looking at higher CBD, but from my studies I’m left with this sense that something close to wild might be the ticket.
This is a whole new realm for all of us, isn’t it? I’ve been saying for months that the best therapeutic use of cannabis may be juicing flowers, and I think we’re about to prove that.
Exciting times ahead. I think we’ll start her with the next harvest with some fresh. They’ll keep in the fridge without freezing for a few days and the rest can be frozen. My feeling is there’s no time like the present. Her appointment with the liver specialist is in another week. I don’t see any reason to wait. We have the flower, we have the Ninja. I’ll pick up some V-8 and we’re ready to start.
Hey..... have a wonderful day. Imagine those waves of joy rippling out into the universe stimulating more joy rippling back at you.
And have fun. Life is meant to be fun. We’re quite adept at having fun in this virtual neighborhood. Make me proud.
We're far more like ants than we realize - a cliche, I know, but it's actually a little frightening when you probe deeply into how important other humans are to each of us.
) . The glove boxes on most of the cars I've owned were pretty easy to open "too far," so I tended to tape a couple to the back for emergency gas (etc.) money when I was off camping or some other activity out of town. And around the house, whew... I once had to go back into a rental (with owner's permission) and pull the roll-up blinds down past the bottom of the windows so I could grab the ones I'd rolled up into the top of them. No thief ever looks there, lol. 
. Luckily, it was still there when she went back to the library a week or so later to check. She actually found a "straggler" a few years after Dad died. Made her a little sad for a bit; they could really have used it, not just toward the end of Pop's lifetime, but years before when they almost lost their house. But it sure came in handy when she found it. 
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