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I had the BEST F***ing time of my life!!!
I discovered I like being a gypsy, and I like having a simple dwelling to return to. I've determined to travel more, and not necessarily always to exotic locations. To start this trend in Jamacia..... Have any of you noticed this penchant I have for hitting the home run first time at bat? Makes it challenging to follow up.
The beach was at times breathtakingly beautiful. The lavenders that steal across the sky as the sun begins to break free of the mountain at 6:15 every morning mesmerized me. Set against the definitive blues of the Carribean shallows was a masterpiece of cosmic design. I kept attempting to capture the colors with the iPhone. Nothing comes close. The lavender tone isnt just in the sky, it envelopes you. How do you capture being swathed in a lavender atmosphere? I stood out there every morning and tried to describe it. I may have to paint it to get the joy just right.
Damned sativa has me typing through tears. God, I missed quality cannabis. No offense Doc, - and I mean that in the truest sense - you grow some top-quality cannabis, but neither of those strains hold up to Carnival. I am so freaking glad to have access to my own stash again.
So what's the difference, you ask? I've given this some thought. It caught me off guard when I smoked both the Lemon Paki and the Tangie by themselves and realized that both of them cause my eyes to feel...... I think the word I'm struggling for is "heavy". It occurs to me that this is something others seek in a strain, but it's something I find interferes with my need for clarity of thought. I don't deal with any personal pain, mental, physical or spiritual, so my use of cannabis beyond my other medicinal needs is to help me think clear enough and above it all enough to catch the unexpected.
I'm feeling for inspiration and cloaked eyes don't help with that. They interfere with clarity.
Carnival opens up possibility. I start out down here and it lifts me and expands everything out as I go up. No pause, no hesitation. Optimistic potential with an energetic kick. I'm not just high, I'm happily high and ready to do something about it. I like writing when I'm high on Carnival. I hold less back.
Let's be honest though......when was the last time you guys saw me hold anything back?
After a couple days it became my neighborhood. Friendly place. I'm not certain I'll go back, since the intent is to see more of the world, but if I do the Coco LaPalm will have me as a repeat guest. What a sweet resort! They treated me like a queen and watched out for me, knowing I was there alone. I saw a lot of resorts on that strip of beach and none of them were as nice, IMO.
However it came to be that I ended up there when everyone else booked into a completely different resort, I felt like I was the lucky one. Talk about the universe looking out for me! I'm gonna call my brother tomorrow and thank him for this trip and that resort. I was glad it wasn't all-inclusive too. Breakfast never cost me more than $5 and I went exploring local eateries with friends for the other meals. We found some nice ones that became regular stops. There were always leftovers, giving me options for lunches.
There's a lot to learn about traveling. One of the things I learned is I'd be more comfortable wandering outside the resort areas to see how people in the country really live. The big gated resorts that are all-inclusive have the feel of land cruises. They're little villages, isolated from their surroundings, shepherding their guests around in protected bubbles of comfort and indulgence, much like the sea cruises. People can't get enough of them. Fantasy Island brought to life.
Jamaica. The country has compelling dynamics, severe contrasts. It was a rewarding experience I haven't fully processed yet.
I may need to start painting again. I'm trying to hold off until I relocate. *yawn* I'm beginning to decline, so I will bid you a sweet goodnight. I'll catch up tomorrow. *bigger yawn*
Goodnight moon.
I discovered I like being a gypsy, and I like having a simple dwelling to return to. I've determined to travel more, and not necessarily always to exotic locations. To start this trend in Jamacia..... Have any of you noticed this penchant I have for hitting the home run first time at bat? Makes it challenging to follow up.
The beach was at times breathtakingly beautiful. The lavenders that steal across the sky as the sun begins to break free of the mountain at 6:15 every morning mesmerized me. Set against the definitive blues of the Carribean shallows was a masterpiece of cosmic design. I kept attempting to capture the colors with the iPhone. Nothing comes close. The lavender tone isnt just in the sky, it envelopes you. How do you capture being swathed in a lavender atmosphere? I stood out there every morning and tried to describe it. I may have to paint it to get the joy just right.
Damned sativa has me typing through tears. God, I missed quality cannabis. No offense Doc, - and I mean that in the truest sense - you grow some top-quality cannabis, but neither of those strains hold up to Carnival. I am so freaking glad to have access to my own stash again.
So what's the difference, you ask? I've given this some thought. It caught me off guard when I smoked both the Lemon Paki and the Tangie by themselves and realized that both of them cause my eyes to feel...... I think the word I'm struggling for is "heavy". It occurs to me that this is something others seek in a strain, but it's something I find interferes with my need for clarity of thought. I don't deal with any personal pain, mental, physical or spiritual, so my use of cannabis beyond my other medicinal needs is to help me think clear enough and above it all enough to catch the unexpected.
I'm feeling for inspiration and cloaked eyes don't help with that. They interfere with clarity.
Carnival opens up possibility. I start out down here and it lifts me and expands everything out as I go up. No pause, no hesitation. Optimistic potential with an energetic kick. I'm not just high, I'm happily high and ready to do something about it. I like writing when I'm high on Carnival. I hold less back.
Let's be honest though......when was the last time you guys saw me hold anything back?
After a couple days it became my neighborhood. Friendly place. I'm not certain I'll go back, since the intent is to see more of the world, but if I do the Coco LaPalm will have me as a repeat guest. What a sweet resort! They treated me like a queen and watched out for me, knowing I was there alone. I saw a lot of resorts on that strip of beach and none of them were as nice, IMO.
However it came to be that I ended up there when everyone else booked into a completely different resort, I felt like I was the lucky one. Talk about the universe looking out for me! I'm gonna call my brother tomorrow and thank him for this trip and that resort. I was glad it wasn't all-inclusive too. Breakfast never cost me more than $5 and I went exploring local eateries with friends for the other meals. We found some nice ones that became regular stops. There were always leftovers, giving me options for lunches.
There's a lot to learn about traveling. One of the things I learned is I'd be more comfortable wandering outside the resort areas to see how people in the country really live. The big gated resorts that are all-inclusive have the feel of land cruises. They're little villages, isolated from their surroundings, shepherding their guests around in protected bubbles of comfort and indulgence, much like the sea cruises. People can't get enough of them. Fantasy Island brought to life.
Jamaica. The country has compelling dynamics, severe contrasts. It was a rewarding experience I haven't fully processed yet.
I may need to start painting again. I'm trying to hold off until I relocate. *yawn* I'm beginning to decline, so I will bid you a sweet goodnight. I'll catch up tomorrow. *bigger yawn*
Goodnight moon.
welcome home 
I've been wasting this stuff. From now on start the day with potentiated porridge and have a brownie with lunch. 
