Old timey things and shiny lazer futures
Salutations
Halloween traditions are so weird. And I love them, oh so much.
Creating new memories and passing them on thru story is something extremely human. People get together and share tales of the day in coffee shops, bars and subreddits. Many make a smoking bowl of cannabis a way to give the story they tell, a bit of spice. Artists, lawyers, laborers, nothing binding them to their way of smoking other than a tradition. A tradition that they adopted and adapted from someone who also had their own intrinsic way of doing things.
I love the ceremony. We pass it on it ways we don't even realize.
The way we share, the way we can be level with our fellows and meet on the same green ground is different all over the world. Consuming cannabis with the intent to find enlightenment dates back to ancient India and Nepal and it continues onto the world wide web today.
Terpenes can be a chemical journey back in time for me. Some nights I recall a particular aroma, from a certain strain- gone for years and it never had a name-as well as the music playing in the background, the rain on the roof etc- just from this one tiny note in a new jar of weed. The olfactory system is tied with memory in the deepest of ways; Your favorite food as a child. The time you drank too much tequila and never drank it again, the seductive allure of your first loves cologne / perfume.
You might find your senses particularly enlightened one night, call a friend you haven't spoken to in a while and smoke this new deliciousness. Creating a symbiotic memory that will always be there for the two of you, even if you never, ever, think of it again. Like a blooming flower attracting a bee, such is the allure of this plant we share. A billion bees- a billion flowers.
Tonight, new memories for the little one over boxes of candy and 80's cartoons.
Old Dana was stirred by thinking of the future and what a wild time it is to be alive.
Cheers to the great pumpkin for providing a perfectly spooky halloween night
~And cheers to you ( toasts a tiny bag of sourpatch kids to the screen )
Halloween traditions are so weird. And I love them, oh so much.
Creating new memories and passing them on thru story is something extremely human. People get together and share tales of the day in coffee shops, bars and subreddits. Many make a smoking bowl of cannabis a way to give the story they tell, a bit of spice. Artists, lawyers, laborers, nothing binding them to their way of smoking other than a tradition. A tradition that they adopted and adapted from someone who also had their own intrinsic way of doing things.
I love the ceremony. We pass it on it ways we don't even realize.
The way we share, the way we can be level with our fellows and meet on the same green ground is different all over the world. Consuming cannabis with the intent to find enlightenment dates back to ancient India and Nepal and it continues onto the world wide web today.
Terpenes can be a chemical journey back in time for me. Some nights I recall a particular aroma, from a certain strain- gone for years and it never had a name-as well as the music playing in the background, the rain on the roof etc- just from this one tiny note in a new jar of weed. The olfactory system is tied with memory in the deepest of ways; Your favorite food as a child. The time you drank too much tequila and never drank it again, the seductive allure of your first loves cologne / perfume.
You might find your senses particularly enlightened one night, call a friend you haven't spoken to in a while and smoke this new deliciousness. Creating a symbiotic memory that will always be there for the two of you, even if you never, ever, think of it again. Like a blooming flower attracting a bee, such is the allure of this plant we share. A billion bees- a billion flowers.
Tonight, new memories for the little one over boxes of candy and 80's cartoons.
Old Dana was stirred by thinking of the future and what a wild time it is to be alive.
Cheers to the great pumpkin for providing a perfectly spooky halloween night
~And cheers to you ( toasts a tiny bag of sourpatch kids to the screen )
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