I’ve started to realize that I kind of live like an alien in my little space pod on planet Earth. It seems to be a theme with me lately. Aliens. I watched The Hail Mary Project. I read The Humans a novel by Matt Haig. I listened to an interview with David Bowie which I cannot now find and started watching his 1976 movie The Man Who Fell to Earth. They’re all about aliens and aliens interacting with humans or becoming human. Of course. I mean what kind of a movie would it be if it were all aliens and no humans - we would be alienated (joke).

I wake up in the morning before the light. It slowly filters in and the birds start singing, the cats start complaining (hungry) and the airplanes begin their dull thunderous occasional roar overhead. My neighbors are still in bed so no cars in the street, maybe an unfortunate barista or two up early to open the shop.

My community consists of three cats: Kybo (the original), Whitetail (who is actually yellow) and Bob (who moved in but won’t give up his feralness), five raccoons who don’t have names because they’re not official members of the tribe - they’re interlopers, moochers, a mom and four kits. There are numerous fish swimming in the pool, the quite large pool with quite large goldfish and the little minnows swimming along with the various unnamed and unseen microbes (I should include them too).

The birds belong here - a Cardinal couple, the Mockingbird who plants the chili pequins (thank you) and the cooing doves who leave their offerings on my car. Let me not forget the dragonflies darting over the pond and the bats who visit at dusk to scoop up what bugs they can catch swooping down low over the water. These all share the bio-pod with me plus the plants and trees ofcourse which also have no name but are essential to the proper functioning of the space pod, bio-pod, whatever you like. There is no bubble over it, it’s an invisible barrier that protects this space from the outside world powered by the dweebils. Don’t ask me what dweebils are, I already explained that in a previous post.

I don’t mind living in a bubble-sphere. Turns out everything is inside anyways, the real connection to the real source of love, acceptance, belonging, being cared for - it’s internal. The real adventure is inside too because that’s where the real monsters are, the demons and devils of our species. Glorified and visualized throughout the ages - they’re inside of us. How about that?

I’m not complaining or remonstrating. I’m not gesticulating or even commiserating, I’m just saying it’s all inside. That’s why I’m not lonely.

Maybe it’s just because I’ve never been connected to a family or tribe, not really. That’s a strange thing but sometimes it happens. What about the hunchback of Notre Dame? He was alone.

Look how important light is. Trees build huge superstructures to gather it. They harvest the solar radiation and make food with it. Along with water and carbon dioxide of which there is also plenty. They live in a community of plenty, also they share it underground. They’re connected. That’s why humans worshipped trees long ago - the Druids of ancient England, the Vikings of ancient Scandinavia. The ancient people of all the ancient tribes - the Tree of Life is in every culture.

We have forgotten how to live like that, connected to all that sustains us. We grab and tear and pull and pollute. We take everything from nature and give nothing in return.

Our light is wisdom but we have remained in the darkness. Dumb idea. There’s nothing to see there.

Trees are true to their nature so it’s natural to share. All benefit when there is sharing, symbiosis. That’s how it works. By the way.

I forgot to tell you about the squirrels. They planted the Sugar Hackberries (guess what they make?). Maybe the Anaqua too. They make tiny sweet apples, not much bigger than a hackberry. They planted them where they shade the house from the intense Summer sun in the southern sky. When the wildflowers are blooming the butterflies and bees and the birds are flitting about all over the place. This is not unusual but it is beautiful.

It’s all happening inside, really. That’s what I’ve learned in my bio-habitat. That’s where it all starts and that’s where it all ends and that’s where it’s all happening.

Follow your breath to the internal world and hang out there. That’s what I do. Breath of Life. When we breathe out trees breathe in. That makes me smile.

Thank you to Kuba and Bird Tribe for the podcast music. Wow!

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