On January 11th, 2016, I started a daily practice of writing a joke meditation of the day called Cracked Pot Meditations. I was still recovering from the treatment of cancer, and I was having very challenging cognitive issues, so I chose just to put something simple and easy to write every day. Posting it to the blog allowed me to have some accountability. Some of those meditations were poorly written and unedited. I have gone back and begun editing these and adding an illustration, starting with the April 27th meditation. I hope you enjoy.
Meditation for August 4th
Full Moon Fever
Tonight is a full moon. Do you know what that means? It means a cycle is halfway through. The light at night is brighter, and the spirit world can almost be seen with the naked eye. This means that meat smells gooder.
Sometimes when a full moon happens, I go out into the outside and celebrate the Earth’s satellite. Sometimes my celebrations are so crazy that the next morning I come to in an alleyway with my clothes torn to shreds, covered in blood that might not be mine, all over. My mouth is filled with the coppery taste of raw meat.
Tonight I can smell Javier’s Taqueria really well. I can also smell a weak person who had to use a cane. Maybe that person will walk down a dark path through a park where I can smell their footsteps. I smell the blood pumping through a beating heart, making me salivate and run on all fours.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have such hairy hands.
Meat.
Hearing better
Teeth longer
I pee on things, make mine
Fido’s butt smells like chicken liver, ball, and a delicious cat.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All I want to eat is goths.
Prayer
Suri,
One of the Thunder Gods,
I present you the gift of goat entrails,
For I wish never to forget my wildness.
Please let me stay feral,
So that I don’t become caged,
and domesticated,
I want to know that I belong,
On the other side of the treeline,
In the dark wilds,
under the canopy of trees,
digging my claws in the forest loam.
Let the fierceness keep me feeling alive,
before the mundane takes me out to pasture.
Amen.
Craft
Hide in the bushes and wait for a group of goth kids to walk by. Jump out and tell them you are a werewolf and that you are going to eat them. Chase them around.
Goal
You are the duality of the wild and the tame, and sometimes we spend a lot of time worrying about the domestic ways of life, and we need to let go and howl at the moon.