Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 7

As I sit here, reading through the screen shots of cell phones playing pranks on parents, this blog is nagging at the back of my head. It is Thursday again folks, and we all know what that means. Sweet Mary Kane is going to let the crazy ooze from her fingertips. Letting the crazy out is always better than letting the crazy in and you're the one who is reading this. I'm just saying.

It's not that I don't want to write my blog anymore. It's more that, with so much going on lately, it's too loud in here to sort all out and get it down with any kind of clarity. And by here I mean in my mind. Though technology ... Oh how I love thee, Oh how I hate thee ... I'm certain contributes to the rapid pace of my life. In fact, the prank I'm scrolling through now came to me just that way. I couldn't tell you who's feed or which platform it came from yet here I am reading it.

The prank I am referring to is one in which teens sent a text to their parental figures that read "Got 2 grams for 40$?!"  Followed by the text “Never mind, that wasn't for you.”. The responses are amusing. One individual evidently has his mother fooled as she buys it when he replies “Grammar Books” and she offers up more money. I wonder how I would respond. I suppose that I would wonder why they didn't just ask me.  Then again I tend to over think so perhaps I would take it as a question rather than a declaration, after all punctuation containing both an exclamation point and a question mark seems to me to swing either way.

Set the pranks aside and focus on the kids. Which sorts of things do I provide my children in terms of education of Cannabis? What information did my parents give me? What information did my parents have? Where am I going to get more information? It's a whole new landscape forming right before my eyes, and it is marvelous. I am so honored and truly highly favored to be able to bear witness to its evolution. I can't wait to see what's next. My sincerest gratitude to you all.

Sweet Mary Kane

Denver, CO: WHACKED OUT WEED HEAD SHOOTS TWO

Any outlandish headline will do, after all. I cringe at the horrid headlines that could be used swirling around my head. There is a positive outcome yet to be discovered! I tell myself. Denver, Colorado. Civic Center Park. 4/20/2013. Shots fired.

Previously....

What a blessing of a day today. I am so ecstatic to rally with my brothers and sisters and revel in the joys we share and love we hold. Today is the day that we can all say we have worked hard, we have organized, we have spoken up, we have done a good job Bob Saget, and WE DESERVE A BREAK! We gather, and we meet and share. Stories, spliffs, our selves, our dreams and passions, more simply love.

I woke up early to a magnificent sun shining through the windows. Just in time for breakfast, which being that all I had to do was walk down the hall, and the inn keeper prepared me as much coffee and fresh fruit topped French toast as I could take, was marvelous itself.

I dressed myself comfortably and decided to bring Sweet Mary Kane herself out to play. Then off I went on my dearest arm (which, by the way, is my favorite spot to be) to the High Times Cannabis Cup. Superb time, of course, however, I just cannot pass up that 420, in the park, count down. It has long been my favorite moment, to be among so many of my brothers and sisters who share the same desire for Cannabis freedom as I. In that moment, I don't care if your opinions are strictly medical or recreational, your preferred structure of regulation, I don't care if you have a beer in your hand while you're shouting it. All I care is that you are standing with me shoulder to shoulder, and WE are standing up and crying out against this injustice together. All of us. Oh and bonus, by the way, while we're doing it lets share a doobie.

Civic Center Park 420 Rally Denver, CO 2013

At the 420 Rally, for the most part, my closest friends cross my path. There is good music. The crowd is unbelievable. From behind the stage I scan the faces in the crowd trying to take in all in. The diversity across all platforms, sex, age, race, is incredible. I am well medicated. My gratitude and appreciation grows as I blaze. I am full, for lack of a better word to describe how overjoyed I am. I am love at loves greatest. I am.

Present time:

Back in my room I prepare to shower, nap, and get up for a night out. I am daydreaming about how wonderful my life with Mr. Kane is when the news that there has been a shooting reaches me. It feels as though I have only just left and my soul flinches.

I am heart broken. I am angry. I am outraged. I am sad. I am grateful. I am joyful. I am love. I call to all the media to react to this incident rather than over react. Do not misunderstand me. There is no intention to simply brush this incident under a rug or say that it is of no important. My sincerest wishes for the best care and a quick recovery go to the victims and witnesses. I pray that everyone minds be well taken care of, and all need are met be they psychological or physical. With that said (and having left the park just before the shots were actually fired) I also pray to see the media take their time in writing and let the investigation develop before pinning it on pot.

And to the shooter: I don't know you and I'm sorry you felt like you had to do what you did, but I am really really upset with you right now, and even though I love you and I hope you get the help you need I want you to get a long sentence. Jah knows our Cannabis POWs are getting longer than they deserve for victim-less crimes and you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Translucent

I can't be the only one with Alopecia Universalis that is also constantly pestered with pain. I didn't have the pain at first. Or maybe I did (I read that auto immune disorders also come with a good amount of pain tolerance) and just didn't notice as much before. Either way the intensity and consistency of the pain around my joints as well as the frequency and pain level of muscle spasms.

My symptoms fit that of a fibromyalgia and seem to improve with proper diet, regular exercise, and restful nights. Should I go to the doctor? Why the devil would I do a thing like that at this point in the game? I did not go to a doctor to give birth, twice, nor a hospital. I've rejected treatment/medication recommendations over and over based on the long list of side effects not worth the risk. 

It gets exhausting, some days more than others, keeping up a happy appearance while my brain is pestering my with pain signals. Put those on the low priority list! Agreed. Smiling usually does the trick. Gratitude. And of course, Cannabis. Cannabis as I use it currently works to alleviate the nagging joint aches and muscle spasms throughout the day. Of course I have to stop to smoke it several times a day. Or I can commit to an edible which will last me most of the day. And then there is that pesky little bugger, tolerance. Up, up, up goes my tolerance and up, up, up goes my medicine bill. Go off for a week, work out hard, drink lots of water, you're tolerance will drop. Are you crazy!? Guess I'm going to have to build up the courage. 

I really appreciate Cannabis for what it does do for me, still I find myself asking if it can do more. Can it 'fix' this problem of mine? Can it reverse, switch off, counter out autoimmunity? Could I wake up not stiff, sore, irritated, and desperate for a dose of Cannabinoids? You realize you'd have to make your own RSO? Trust no one says Rick Simpson himself. He also said, "Turn to mother nature if you want to see healing power - that's where you're going to see it." We're not talking about cancer its risky, expensive, and unpredictable. Research, I've got to do a better job of digging through what little research is already out there. 

Best to focus on the fight for terminal patients right to treat themselves with Cannabis for now. 
Power to the people.
One Love ~

SMK

Thursday's Pot Thoughts: Volume Something or other

Its lovely to hear the birds chirping away in the mornings to wake me up and the afternoons to keep me company again. The wildlife here is incredibly brave. In fact, just this morning, the slender squirrel that we call Timothy walked right up to the sliding glass door and put his paws on it while we sat not two feet away from him, egging him on and calling him as though he were a pet. There are robins too, big fat robins, with bright red chests. They pounce about the yard snatching up worms and disregarding my close proximity. 

The sunlight hours have grown which is more suitable for myself (winter is not exactly my favorite time of year). I'm super ready to get our garden planted this year. I should fill the bird house while I'm at it. Its been warm enough for me to wake up to an army battalion of ants devouring the smallest little corner of a corn chip that had been missed. I love it when its warm. I hurt less when I'm warm. 

I'm ready for 420 to be warm. Nine more days. Blink of an eye. How much can one girl prepare? 420 is probably my favorite. It is the day I set aside each year to really REALLY focus on practicing just being open. I like to not make plans and just go whichever way the wind blows me. And wouldn't you know it? I continually meet the most; amazing, brilliant, powerful, generous, hard working, resilient, brave, spirited, well versed, caring, people. Side note: Incomplete list due to that just being enough of a run on sentence already. NINE DAYS! 

Writing about spring is making me want to clean and so be it a short blog, a blog it be non the less. 

One Love,

SMK