The last couple of days have been a little sideways for me. I think my planetary alignment has gone kablllooooey.

At any rate, I went to see my Mom this morning, as I do most days.  She is 91 and has dementia.  She lives at Greenbriar.  Sometimes she knows this, other times she does not.  Depending on the day, I may find her in any number of mental states.  Some visits are good, and others… well… not so good.

Today was not so good.  There are times when her mind is swirling in a non-stop vortex of muddled time, reality, and trenchant confusion.  Yet, in the midst of all of this, she will occasionally have incredible intuitive insight.

Out of nowhere.

Thus, today, Mom says… “What are you searching for?”
Me: “How do you know I am searching for something?”
She:  “You are.  What kind of treasure are you looking for?”
Me:  “I don’t know Mom.”
She:  “Well, here is what you have to do.  You have to dive.”
Me:  “Dive?  Where Mom?”
She:  “Dive like into the water.  What you are looking for is underneath the big rock.  You have to lift up the rock and look underneath.  Then you will find the treasure.”
Me: “I’ll try Mom.”
She: “The big rock wont’ be so heavy since is under the water.  You just have to tip it up and look underneath.  That’s where you’ll find what you are looking for.  That’s where the treasure will be.”

Okay.  While this might sound like mumbo-jumbo to you, it was incredibly profound, and apropos.  In fact, I wish she had told me sooner.

I don’t know how any of this works.  Her mind.  Or more to the point…. the universe.  I know there are a lot of people who believe in grand design… everything happening according to plan, just as it should.  And there are others who think this is all an arbitrary assemblage of swirling randomness.

I don’t know which one is true.  Or maybe both.
But.  I am supposed to dive deep today.  I just know it.

My Mom told me so.

Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.  —  Stephen Hawking

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.    —  Ralph Waldo Emerson

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.  —   John Muir