I Want Only Natural Highs
I feel very sad for people that need to take or smoke something to get a high. As I viewed a TV program this morning showing a family in Colorado enjoying their evening group pot smoking, I thought how incredibly empty their lives must be.
I got a tremendous high last Saturday night as I sat and listened live to the Florida Orchestra playing Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody On a Theme of Paganini with the brilliant piano soloist Andrew von Oeyen. It was so special that it actually brought tears to my eyes. I got a high yesterday when I observed a beautiful sunrise and then watched and photographed an anhinga catch an incredibly large fish and then amazingly swallow it whole down its skinny throat. Moments later, I got a high when I watched an osprey bring some nest building twigs back to its ever-expanding nest. I’ll get a high this morning when I go to Ft. Desoto, a large, local county park to observe and photograph a great horned owl and her two chicks, and then I’ll get another high when I finish my running workout at the same wonderful facility. I’ll get another high this afternoon when I bench press more than I have in many years. I’ll experience many highs today and I will need only the external stimuli of this amazing planet and its inhabitants to be the catalyst for those wonderful, naturally induced highs. Did I mention how badly I feel for people that cannot get enough highs through natural means?