Thursday Pot Thoughts: Volume 8: The Skinny

I've seen a lot of "skinny pot smokers" taglines come across my feed today. I love that there are people actually complying the scientific data for these things. It has crossed my mind numerous occasions to write about Cannabis and weight loss. After all when I moved to Colorado I was 52 pounds heavier than I am today. And not only did I drop the weight of an average eight year old I've kept it off over a year. Why shouldn't I talk about it?

I think I get paranoid about writing things that I can't back up. Yea, I know I'm entitled to my opinion, but how can I really form an opinion without a multitude of information?

From my perspective Cannabis not only helped me lose weight but increased my consumption of healthy foods. I simply crave whole, raw, natural foods beyond twice as often. I was able to cease my consumption of alcohol which I would often drink for pain, and while it would not touch the pain it would incapacitate me in other ways. Triggering migraines, early bedtimes, dehydration, and so on. I'm not taking any narcotics or prescriptions at all for that matter. I stand up straighter. I am physically active. I am happy. And I'm just eating and smoking this plant!

Out my window I see a rapidly growing number of people who are experiencing the kind of relief and results that miracles are made of. I've met people who've left behind their canes after using Cannabis Balm for their Multiple Sclerosis. Consumed high doses of Cannabis and walked after being in a chair for 6 years. Come back from the edge of terminal Crohn's just eating Cannabis oil. I've seen smiles on the faces of patients. I have seen the love in the eyes of the growers and care givers. And even if the only help that Cannabis has to offer some is relief and improved quality of life, to me that's enough.

Which is where this gets tricky. Because you see I want to stand up and scream and shout and make a scene in the name of freeing my Sweet Mary Jane. Writing letters and phone calls to everyone I'm considering voting for aside, I don't have a lot to offer the cause.

I remember the first "activist action" I took. I just met this girl (like literally that day) and she wanted to go tag this nearby structure that was going up. I was brand new to the neighborhood so of COURSE I wanted to make a new friend. I was in like sin - provided we left a message. We proceeded to the nearest hardware store, stole two cans of black spray paint, and proceeded to scrawl "SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY" circling a Cannabis leaf. I loved it. I was so happy with our handy work,(the next morning we could see it from the bus stop) that I convince all the cats from my old block to take my bus and see it after. It was pretty discouraging when we pulled up along side the wall to find it already painted over. Hazard of painting in progress buildings. Lesson learned.

I smirk about it now, so young, so defiant. Still, even though it is just a plant, and I believe to the core of my bones, through the universe from this life to the next and beyond that everyone should have the same rights to Cannabis as they do to carrots, apples, peas, corn, tomatoes (and fight for your food, please Buddhas stand up against Monsanto, peacefully), and strawberries I have to hesitate. I hold back, pause, bite my tongue sometimes. Those are the moments when I realize that my interest are tipping to advocacy over activism. But then who gets to make the rules? Who gets to say why, how, what dose? As though I'm playing myself in a mental game of Spy Vs. Spy.

There isn't an easy answer and I don't want to have to choose sides. My official stance: always radiate these truths with love. My alliances lay with the beings of Earth. 

Enjoy!



Namaste ~ 

SMK

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