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Cali Kush is an indica-sativa hybrid. They have sativa-dominant strains and indica-dominant strains, depending on what you're into. Mixing Cali Kush with running gave me a warm, soothing feeling all throughout my body on a pretty cold day. It was lovely.
let everything simmer until epiphanies develop
part one - catching feelings
This can happen to anybody and when it does, it always feels like the first time; like no other experience of falling in love can compare to this one, this is the real one. The key when this happens is not to find ways to suppress those feelings - no! Enjoy that shit, love is awesome and rare. The key though, if you don't want to get completely lost in it, is to practice balance by spreading some of those feelings around to yourself. It's pretty easy to find balance if you make habits of doing the things that lie at the foundation of who you are.
For example, running is my shit. I always feel more connected to the planet when I'm running through it. So practice doing whatever makes you feel like a badass. Whether your thing is running, playing video games, cooking, people-watching at a cafe, doing yoga, whatever, keep that shit in your repertoire. Because falling in love can eclipse everything else you thought was important.
It always feels like the first time, every time. Like all other loves were just practice; child's play to get you ready for this one. Just remember, that's bullshit. All those experiences with love, including the current one, share one thing in common - you. Those feelings are within you. Certain people have the chemistry, personality, and pheromones to tap into your inner beauty, but it's been inside there the whole time. The people who bring it out of us are less like the source, and more like the catalyst. The magical things you're feeling belong to you, so share some of that lovely infatuation with yourself. And then when or if the person who lit the spark drifts away, you're left with a healthy fire burning that illuminates all the loves of your past. Rather than feeling empty and deprived of those presences, you can enjoy the memories and appreciate the ways they enhanced your life. So when you hear people hating on catching feelings, they probably forgot this step.
part two - concrete jungle
Thinking about all this stuff also led to the phrase "concrete jungle" making sense for the first time. Running through a city is like that. You start to think of yourself as a fucking cheetah. Literally a fucking cheetah; like running really fast while scoping out the other cheetahs you'd smash. There's something about the primal act of running - enjoying feeling all of your muscles working together, increased blood flow to the brain, general badassness - that inevitably leads to thoughts of other fun primal acts.
When you start thinking in terms of the city being like a jungle, you also start to compare the humans you see on your way to animals you might encounter in the less-metaphorical wilderness: nervous birds darting around, peaceful meandering elephants, greedy hyenas, observant giraffes, stalking cats.
All this came about on a run during the first little sneak peek into spring in NYC. Mating rituals of the park animals are hilarious at this time. The ladies are all super stand-offish and the dudes are thirsty beyond belief. I saw these two turtles engaged in a very inelegant game of chase vs. playing hard to get. The guy turtle was swimming awkward circles around this lady turtle who just kept rebuffing him like "ew," slowwwwly swimming away over and over.
It seems that the beginning and ending of the spring mating season can be extended as a metaphor for the larger reproductive window we get as humans, too. When we're in our 20s, we’re crazy picky. We're looking for the perfect blend of genes and personality to bless with the galaxies swirling around inside of us. Then, as we move into our 30s and notice the window beginning to close, we get a lot less picky and tbqh, a lot more fun. And whether you want kids or not, the biological clock is loud af soooooo…. basically ladies in their 30s are thinking about sex a LOT. That's where it starts, with the internal biological urges which are there to keep the species going. This act was made to be enjoyable so that we'd remember to do it.
I wonder if Lady Turtle will feel differently about Thirsty Turtle by the closing of the mating season window.