I'm hanging here commenting on various posts while I'm enjoying a little sess with a Raspberry Kush cart. Enter a news flash telling me awful thing had just happened in Gaza. Inatead of usual response of deep anger and helplessness I felt guilt and almost remorse. Why? Because I'm sitting here in comfy clothes on a super nice bed with super nice and clean sheets. I'm in a house that's safe and secure and comfy and nice in a country that is not at war! Why is it I'm here and those poor people are there?

On and on and on my brain goes down the rabbit hole, around a few bends, you get the idea I'm sure. Now there's this tiny little rational part of my brain that believes the answer is simply random luck with nothing to do with right or evil, good or bad, or destiny but I'm not able to listen very well...

Whew! Taking a few deep breaths and doing a short calming and centering exercise.....

Better! That was a hard experience. Yet isn't it a bit appropriate that I should have experienced it this month of Thanksgiving (at least for Americans)? I think so. I'm kinda glad I had it it's a good reminder to never take a single day in my life of safely and plenty for granted.

How many of you have experiences like this? I don't necessarily mean morbid like this, just wierd thoughts and feelings that happen if you get a little too high? It can be fun or just bizarre. I have waaay too much time on my hands this cold stormy night with just me and my Shadow that barks and I'd love to hear your too high rabbit hole stories. ❣️