Relations,
Today's Lesson's,
There have been many lessons learned today. I'm a student at this age. And sometimes I am still amazed by what I see and observe, those things I am able to catch a hear to and watch as Mother Earth feeds me Her energy's from my feet to the left brain and it's hemisphere. I love to stand on Her back with bare feet. When able, I still scratch Her back to provide Her respite...
...one of the thing's I learned today was taught to me by my cousin down South of here a ways. I still don't know how really, but we communicated in another realm. Sort-of, kind-of-like. It must have been safe because She-Who-I-Love-So-Much, is on here and experimenting. Oh yes, I think I learned how to trade birthday information on the facebook. Wait, for me this is an awesome accomplishment. You just don't know, I am still such the novice.
Something else I learned today and I do believe it to have sunk in - is that I am the Official Dog-Poop-Picker-Upper of this residence. No, I really don't mind. Too much that is. I mean, shit, if I don't pick it up, the shits going to be in the same spots tomorrow. Oui? Yes, for Pete's Sake! So I go along with cane in hand and the pooper-scooper. And I'm a perfectionist too! Friend please...
...before I go too much further along with the odds-and-ends of my day, I do wish to share something out of character for me in a minute. I mean, I really done went and stepped on him.
One of the wonderful and fantastically awesome lessons learned today was being able to share my respect and love for a life long friend, Jerry. No last name, but that's his nick name anyway. It gave my heart and Spirit's comfort being able to tell Jerry that I love him. And that I miss him. And hearing Jerry, with his words and voice share same words with me. Touched my inner sanctuary's. Good Great One, I thank you! I thank you, for such Blessing's as these Life Long Friends that I have. I am thinking that there is a purpose behind these blessings. It's up to me to learn those lessons. There are so many and so many of us have been recently reunited or connected. God? Great Spirit, are You calling me?
I have noticed and learned that there is a scar on the left upper cheek where Dr, Snip-And-Cuts, removed the 'c' shit. I had never noticed this before this afternoons wash-this-day-right-out-of-my-hair. I reckon with the loss of weight and the change in skin complexion, this area about the size of a penny is like, so not a Chicken Pox scar. Any ways, I have been placing creme` right under my eyes and with this, who knows, it may be wurking. (Yes, I said wurking.)
Alright then, I think I shall proceed to the lesson learned late in life...
...earlier this afternoon I was cleaning out some Scotch Bonnets (peppers) to harvest the seeds for future generations. I'm a goof when it comes to seeds. Especially pepper's! I enjoy avocado and mango too. I wish to grow Key Limes and am in search of these presently. Alas, I have side tracked, excuse me please. You see, in my life I am certain I could not even guess-timate the amount of peppers eaten and or peppers handled by these hands. Thousands and thousands, and I know the drill - I've been around a spell.
Well, when I went to wash-this-day, I touched certain parts and pieces of my anatomy that should never ever come into contact with the oils of a Scotch Bonnet. NEVER! No, I did not cry! Yes, at first I did curse myself for hurting Mr. Wang and the surrounding landscape. Stuff got all red and burned like fire! Like hell fire - I don't know! It reminded me of some incident experienced as a child. My right eye was tearing because I went to wipe some soap. The fire in my eye was not the soap, it was Scotch Bonnet kicking my ass. I thought of dialing the 911 emergency number, but then thought naught. So wanted to call my wife, Brenda, but she would have laughed as if we were watching The Eddie Murphy Show! So I did not. Have not called a Soul. You are the first to know. Oh, God, yes really. There remains a tingling going on. By the way, it also affected my sinus and breathing for a spell. Felt and smelled as if I had inhaled tear gas. Honest.
Folks, please-please, always remember to wash your hands after handling any type of peppers. Four or five times each hand I say, because I only washed mine three times! It's better to be safe than sorry you all. Believe it, I know this now! As will Mr. Wang.
Many lesson's learned today.
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