Wriggle out of it

Ha, again. Not a triumphant "ha" this time though.
I'd been feeling groovy lately--practically congratulating myself on my imperturbability--and then I went to an art-making afternoon led by my hardest kind of person:
someone who doesn't ask, doesn't listen, but tells you how you feel, what you think, and what you should do.

"We're all having a hard time now," she trumpeted. (Are we? ) "We need to make art!" (Do we?) And on and on, in the most prescriptive, prepackaged terms.

I was feeling fine until then. Afterward, I thought of Ram Dass saying that if you think you're enlightened, go spend a week with your family.

This sort of person reminds me of being a child not-listened to, dictated to. You'd almost think the Universe dropped me there yesterday: "Deal with it."

I left halfway through--always a good option when you can't stop seething––but I did collage a nice card for the coming Year of the Snake (Jan 29, 2025).

"The window of the parlor which she used to occupy was open, and"

The snake is a symbol of transformation––shedding the old––and its year invites wisdom, transformation, calmness, and creativity.
Okay, then.
The window is open.