how does this taste?

I am a stranger in this complex universe we call blogging; around every corner and behind each click of the mouse is a new, tremendous and fascinating experience.

What I want from this world is an outlet for my culinary musing, my creative expeditions, and touching anyone at all who finds me here.

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I feel like I am sixteen again on livejournal. Do I introduce myself... to myself? To the future beautiful beings who will peruse my musings?  Until I know what is socially appropriate in the culture of this new planet, I will reiterate what I need to ponder; a strange sequence of events that I have encountered since Sunday.

I spent the weekend at the Longevity Now conference in Costa Mesa. I went by myself and just drove up every day. It was kind of a gift to myself, as well as a challenge- I don't typically like going places without moral support. I will document the whole thing for myself on here soon, but what happened yesterday[sunday] can't wait.

Before I head out for the hour and twenty minute drive, my mother is calling for Otti, one of our kitties, because he goes exploring and she hadn't seen him for a bit. I think nothing of it, because I often do the same beckoning just to give him a scratch and let him on his way again.
Leaving shortly after, as soon as I get onto the road I see the tell-tale pile of orange in the far lane.  I hope you have never had to, and never will have to, find your dear darling companion lying still in the middle of a road. It is a most tragic thing.
Now he is in the rose garden.

I continued to Costa Mesa, and tried my best to enjoy the final shots of knowledge offered and being sad for our loss, simultaneously. The last stretch of road home is a wide, gently curving road. I was just about to the end of this road when I turn a corner and first see a car skewed on the left shoulder with hazard lights, and moments later see another flipped completely upside down.  Nothing else to be seen; so lights, no movement, or sounds.  I pull over and call 911; what is one to do in this situation? I don't know emergency care, or safety, and no one was out of either car. The operator told me that someone was on the way, and to go home... so I did.  

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What are these experiences trying to tell me? I spend GREAT amounts of energy for three days learning as much about life, living, and welless, only to be jolted back down to humility and mortality not once, but twice, and including tonight even three times!  [I almost sat on a small little bird body when eating my dinner and grounding myself. In fact, it wasn't until after I had finished that I even noticed her, right next to me. ]

I could conjour any number of interesting explainations for the last few days... yet, I feel most comfortable quietly accepting and appreciating each experience for what it is and what I have learned.  I embrace my role as a new, loving companion to Otti's sister Kali, who is very upset that she does not have his company any longer. I am grateful for every time I get with my excellent family, and find peace in each bird singing when I ground myself each day.

In loving memory of Otti.