Careening into the sunset - post equinox, somewhere in the wetlands...

....like a drunken clown on acid. Mein Gott, I am this old, this high, this many turns, and I grok and know my cyclical nature, enough to know that I cannot really ever control it, even with the little blue and white pills and all the willpower i think I ought to have. Difference is, now i don't feel like a defective for my differences. rather a detective on a dangerous mission..... the pills are a new development, a tool for my rest and comfort and longevity. No membership in the 27 club for me. I'm a shaman orbiting in a lifelong learning curve. Ordinary rules do not apply ....but the rules of Nature and Spirit always do, Even more so.....Hang on, we'll try not to hurt anyone on purpose. We never do. It's just that largeness by its very nature knocks things askew. I am feeling very large. Can i thread the needle, or will i poke myself in the eye?