#27

Millennial Mush, Sunlight and Stoned Thoughts.

I’ve been through my annual seasonal depression, but lordy-loo, I’m back! The birds are chirping, and so am I.

Some things I’ve been thinking about this week are – Millennial Mush, Sunlight and Stoned thoughts.

MILLENNIAL mush is what I have for lunch most days, and this is how you make it: put a bunch of things in an instant pot and hope for the best. And there you have it! No matter the outcome, I eat it every day for lunch and make enough to last the week. It’s not a meal for enjoying, but most of the time I do enjoy it. I’ve chosen lunch as the meal, because it’s the meal most people could give two shits about. Let’s face it, it’s the meal to get through. Now, though, lunch is the meal to cram as many things that are good for you as possible, so you don’t have to worry about the other meals. My most recent version of Millennial Mush was this: 5 different lentils, quinoa, buckwheat, grated carrot, spinach, peas, beans, beetroot, courgette. It’s got all the fruits and vegetables, fibre, protein and complex carbs a gut microbiome could ask for. How could you not be thriving with such a cornucopia to eat. You can season this however you want! I think this time I did harissa and some chilli etc. I can’t express enough how refreshing it is to know that lunch is just in the fridge, no deciding what to have. It’s millennial mush, baby.

From Goodnight Moon - Rabbit with a bowl of mush - Very relatable.

SUNLIGHT is back, and so am I. Over Winter I read a really great book called Madhouse At The End of The Earth by Julian Sancton – It’s about an Antarctic voyage in 1897, and things go horribly wrong! *Spoiler*, but their ship gets trapped in the ice (it happens to the best of us), and they spend a couple of years trapped moving with this thing called The Pack Ice (think communism, but for icebergs) never really knowing where they are, or how to break free. Due to their location so far south, the summers are endless sun, and the winters are endless darkness. During the endless night the men essentially go insane until 2 months later, when the sun returns. I feel something similar during the winter, and it was really affirming to read that the men on this ship had gone through the extreme version of it. In the book, and probably real life, when the sun returned, the ships doctor wrote this in his diary.

“There were shades of gold, orange, blue, green, and a hundred harmonious blends, with an occasional strip like a band of polished silver to set the colours in bold relief – We could not…have found words with which to express the buoyant feeling of relief.”

I’m sorry but - Lit-er-al-ly couldn’t have said it better myself. Feels fabulous to have the sun back. Some Spring seeds have been sown, and the Gazania and Dahlia seeds are already sprouting! It’s so encouraging to see the seeds are so eager to get going. I put some oil paints on a canvas. I installed a minimalist setting on my stupid little phone, so I don’t stare at it for a bajillion hours a day. Thank you, sunshine! I’d be nothing without you.

I smoked a joint the other day and had some wonderful tesseract-ing thoughts.

tesseracting is not a real verb, but don’t you sometimes feel your thoughts doing this?

Something about watching Dune: Prophecy (bad), the Bene-Gesserit breeding programme, and simultaneously reading God Emperor of Dune, got me thinking about myself, obvi. In God Emperor of Dune, Leto II – The God Emperor, has access to every life that culminated in his being, thanks to the geriatric narcotic drug Spice/Melange, and as a result can communicate with all his past lives. As Charlie XCX proclaimed in the BRAT prophecies: Shall we do a little key? Shall we have a little line. I’d certainly be bumpin’ that Spice if I were in the Duniverse. It got me thinking some deep philosophical thoughts. Imagining how every life in my history has culminated in me, against all odds, and when I die, since I don’t plan on having any children, I’ll sort of just return to the (D)universe, like some anticlimactic finishing of my genes. But if my ancestors are alive in me, it’s perhaps a really nice thing to release those sparks of life back into the universe. Like maybe I’m just here to tie up the genetic ends of the lineage – IDK!! Cringe but also, crying tears of joy and gratitudeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee BYE. STONED THOUGHTS.

IF I decide to engage in classic linear time, next week I’ll be exploring Pigeons, and my lofty dreams of a team of racing pigeons. Am I to be the bene-gesserit mother superior of pigeon breeding, in the years to come? As the political landscape suggests right now, anything is possible!