Time Heals

I ran across this image a few days ago and I figured it was appropriate.

We took the dogs for a walk in Kirkland this Saturn Day, since it was a picture perfect winter’s day, brilliant sunshine, a bit of ice and snow, and after the deluge of Christmas, a welcome change. We ran into a gay couple who seemed to have popped directly out of a portal from San Francisco. Flamboyantly fashionable and effusive, they fawned over the terriers, calling them “gorgeous” and “fabulous” so many times I had to laugh. I hope we run into them again.

We also encountered a beautiful straight couple who were walking their dachshund “Dash”. Dog walking is truly the great leveler. Oliver and Ginger were friendly (there is always tension at first, because we never know if they will lunge for the jugular or wag their tales) and Dash was cool, even with his red and black, skull and bones emblazoned sweater.

Var says 11 is the year of the super ego, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but maybe the next step. Our friend Lee got us a ticket to the Picasso Exhibit at SAM for Xmas (Seattle Art Museum) and he scheduled us for 1/11/11 at 11 AM!

As Saturnalia draws to a close, I want to wish you all a happy new year, and may it bring you health, wealth and happiness, however you see them. I know Saturn/Cronus/Cronos gets a bad rap these days, I hear he played the devil to the new Xianity growing up around him. I guess that makes a certain amount of sense, a new religion based on eternal life is going to see time as the enemy. As for me, not so sure. Time may kill, but it also heals. So I dunno, my spirit is stuck in a 3D, time ruled universe and I know it feels like a prison, but maybe, my eternal spirit is here for a reason. To let time heal the wounds no one can see.



Todd Rundgren - Time Heals - 30 years ago.