Joy & Farts
And the question anthropologists aren’t asking yet about whether squirrels in Wisconsin are actually making art with the chalk they are acquiring from Alicia’s front yard
A story about the healing of a relationship between my old neighbor and me
I didn’t see this particular old neighbor for years. We had a falling out when her dog bit my daughter…I was out at the time but when I came back shortly thereafter, I saw that my daughter’s shirt was in shreds and her back had deep lacerations. She was still tearful but calm and had an amazing knack for forgiving the dog. I put my immediate focus on h…
I was thinking of sharing some of my older posts about joy and I wondered how many posts would pop up if I searched my archives for “joy.” Apparently two hundred and eleven of my posts contain, “Joy.” The one above stood out to me to share with you.
Joy, play and humor are things I have recommitted to allowing into my life and in fresh, new ways into what I share here with you. The humor is a side of my life I didn’t share much before because I was working on building bridges, tackling challenging, sensitive topics and I didn’t want to risk needlessly offending someone. Well, I’m over it. I’ve offended all but the bravest and whoever is left is probably not going to mind my humor. But feel free to unsubscribe if squirrel and fart humor isn’t your thing. Bring on the joy and the play and the humor, because we need it now more than ever. My motive is always ultimately more unconditional divine love and compassion, expansive joy, the upliftment of all, the forgiving of everyone, the revealing of truth and the taking of it all less seriously.
In addition to documenting squirrel art, and discussing how much evidence I have accrued for an argument that the squirrel who took my piece of chalk up the tree was actually making art with it, my husband and son decided the best way to prove you are human in an AI driven world is a fart. The unique and inconsistent mixtures of gases and enzymes could not likely be mimicked even by an artificial algorithmic butt. So we decreed that the only kind of biodigital ID we’d be okay with is a fart - as long as you fart onto something external surface and scan it. My son said, “better than a passkey. Also, I suggest your fartkey is good for a week. Then someone in the family had an eructation (belch) - and another family member suggested for two step verification, a burp and fart.