Come Along With Me, This will Blow You Away

First:

How long has it been since you watched the James Stewart movie, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington? 

My heavens, it had been a long time since I watched it, and last week when I did, I was bowled-over. How pertinent is that story today?! And that movie was released in 1939.  

Watch it. Go to Amazon.com

Pay the $2.99.  

From Max O’ Connell regarding Mr. Smith goes to Washington:

“Two things stand out above all else in the film’s thirty- minute filibuster finale. The first is Stewart’s performance, which confirms him as the finest actor of his generation (indeed, arguably the finest actor in the history of the medium), as he turns from folksy to galvanizing (and back again to folksy humor and self-deprecation whenever he needs to win people over). It’s a moment that’d play as cornball in the wrong hands, but Stewart, Capra, and screenwriter Sidney Buchman attack Smith’s gospel of everyday kindness and decency like it’s the only thing that makes sense in a crazy world. As the filibuster extends past 24 hours, Stewart’s gangly body looks more twisted and ready to buckle and his voice goes from a folksy tenor to a croak, but it only confirms the difficult necessity of telling the truth, even to a world that might not listen.” 

Second:

This week I’ve been researching Cannabis.

Yep, it blew me away:

I didn’t know that our bodies have an endocannabinoid system. That is a network of receptors in the cells that maintain homostatis (balance) in the body.

And all animals with a backbone have this network.

Over time, with aging, this endocannabinoid system eventually burns out. Fewer cannabinoids are released, so the body’s cannabinoid levels deplete. The results are that we get age-related symptoms, like memory loss, blurry vision, joint discomfort, and aches and pains.

Rats.

But help is on the way.

Here is a tiny bit of science:

Look into your body and you will find cannabinoids, (CB’s) in virtually every major system from your brain down to your toes and including your skin.

There are two basic “docks” involved in hypersensitivity.  They are CB1 and CB2 docks that endocannabinoids (found in the body) and phytocannabinoids (found in plants) can attach to. 

·       CB1 is in the brain and it associated with Cognitive actions related to coordination, mood, thinking memory and appetite. (Think nervous system).

·       CB2 is found in the immune system. The CB2 in cannabis attaches to the body’s CB2 receptors, and it indirectly entices the body to make more of its own cannabinoids. This creates a positive effect on the body’s pain and inflammation response. (Think immune system.)

TCP the “getting high” part of the plant acts on CB1 (Nervous system.)

CBD portion of the plant acts on the CB2 (Immune system.)

With the incredible list of health improvements provided by Cannabis, genus Cannabis, it makes sense to use it. 

And CBD products have exploded on the market.

Yep, they’re expensive. 

But then, so is food. Medicines? Well, their costs are out of this world. Most people have insurance to cover or help cover the price of their medications, people without it can’t afford them, so they go without. I know of one person who would like to go the natural route, but since her insurance is footing the bill she goes with her Rx.

And, if you’ve been reading me for awhile, you know I am concerned with how depressed people are, that we have so many addictions, and so much mental illness, as well as basic discomforts. 

People are overworked, disheartened, and many have basically opted out of life while still breathing.

If we can provide a suave on pain of any sort, we ought to share it. 

And Cannabis can improve moods.

So, I have started another blog where I will go more into more depth on this subject. And eventually, tell people where to go to buy Cannabis—for not all Cannabis products are created equal. (And do not take synthetics.)

I feel a bit funny about this subject because of the stigma attached to it. People might think I am advocating smoking Marijauna. If I said smoking hemp, people might think I’m advocating smoking rope.

However, Hemp and Cannabis have to same taxonomy, and are virtually identical, although Cannabis grown for ingestion has different growing needs. Those growers aim for the female plants that produce buds and flowers.

The 2018 Farm Bill applies explicitly to hemp and hemp derived substances.

CBD is legal if it contains less than 0.3% THC.

Marijuana derived CBD is still classified as a controlled substance.

Therefore,  all CBD oils are derived from Hemp.

Hippocretes sent me on this trail.:

Hemp is a plant. Hemp is food.

Besides, I have developed a sensitivity to carriers in some supplements, even vitamins. However, hypo-allergic vitamins work. And I told my Naturopath when she asked if I have any allergies, “If I do, I won’t admit it.” I have an aversion to being allergic to my world.  Sometimes, though, you have to eat your own words, but I know that allergies come and go, at least mine do, so I call them sensitivities. But then, substances created in a lab aren’t necessarily a part of our natural world.

I know allergies exist, don’t get me wrong.

To further gather data, I created a new website called Making Sense of Cannabis.

(I published that site one night and the following morning I got a follower from the UK, a psychoanalyst. I wonder what he will be telling his clients, and how in the heck did he find me?)

I found an article in AARP magazine that further fueled my interest in Cannabis. They said that said many seniors are turning to Cannabis as alternative treatments.

Many seniors are finding that their medications no longer work, or never did, or have side effects not to their liking.

They are taking back control over their own health.

That is another reason to promote good Cannabis products online, and I found some criteria for determining “good sites,” that I put on Making Sense of Cannabis.

However, we know that most people go with the best marketer. 

 

I thought about posting the information I’ve placed on Making Sense of Cannabis on this post, then I realized, a little click will take you there. 

See what you think. 

“We’re the ones to make a brighter day.” 

https://makingsenseofcannabis.com 

Thanks for reading, 

Joyce 

Happy Trails to You

I think it was the 6:40 wake-up where strains of “Happy Trails to You” wafted through my gray matter, that I thought: “Change the name of your blog.” 

This weekend Husband Dear, Sweetpea, our little dog, and I spent the night in a hotel room and I awakened at 11:45, at 5:45, at 6:40, then slept until 9:30 in the morning. However, it was the 6:40 time where the song played.

Back home, I couldn’t do it. I tried. I typed in a new name for this blog and everything. But my finger worked like the proverbial check signer who couldn’t put his signature on the line.

Surprise, I can get the domain name—maybe I should grab it while I can.

However, when it came time to drop the wishonwhitehorses.com, I couldn’t get my fingers to do it. I might totally annihilate my site. People won’t be able to find me anymore. On top of that, I’ve had Wish on White Horses for so long it’s grown into me, but then I’ve had jewell's happy trails as my email address for about as long.

My quandary. Any votes?

As a kid, I watched Roy Rogers and Dale Evans movies, and it was there I heard Roy with The Sons of the Pioneers sing “Happy Trails to You.”

You must remember Trigger, Roy’s big beautiful palomino horse. Their signature salute was with Trigger rearing and Roy sitting tall in the saddle waving his hat. 

Billed as the smartest horse in the movies, Trigger saved Roy more times than Lassie saved Timmy. Trigger could untie knots, open gates, come to Roy’s whistle, and pull blankets on and off sleeping bodies.  

This was probably before your time. No matter, I’m sure you’ve heard of Roy Rogers, the singing cowboy.

Well, what about the lady that rode beside him on her buckskin Buttermilk?

 

That was Dale Evans, and it was she who wrote the song “Happy Trails to You.”

Evans penned the song in less than an hour, and forty-five minutes before their radio showtime she taught it to Roy and the Sons of the Pioneers. They went on the air and sung it for the first time. 

That song became Roy Roger’s theme song and has been sung more times and by more people than flies have offspring. 

Dale took Roy’s autograph, “Happy trails, Roy Rodgers,” as her inspiration. 

“Some trails are happy ones.

“Some are blue.

“It’s the way you ride the trail that counts.

“Here’s a happy one for you.”

“It’s the way you ride the trail that counts.”  

We’ve found, down through the ages, that concept, different words, floating through most spiritual and psychological teachings.

Way to go Dale.  

I googled Dale Evans and found her to be as cute as bee’s knees, and had a wonderful lyrical voice. She was a singer long before she came on the Western scene with Roy Rogers.

So, here we are trudging down our trails, some happy, some blue, but it’s the way you ride the trail that counts. Our trail was easy to ride this weekend. We took a trip to Florence and Newport Beach, Oregon. 

“Let’s go to the coast,” I suggested, “don’t worry about the weather, it can rain, shine or storm, I don’t care.  We can eat at two of our favorite restaurants, “The Waterfront Depot” in Florence one day, and “New Ocean,” in Newport Beach the next. 

After the rain and cold-weather we had been having at home, summer came for us that weekend. It was glorious both days. People were outside, on the beach, at an open-air market, and the New Ocean Restaurant opened their garage-style doors and let the sunshine in.

Sweetpea dined on Cajun- Salmon--the piece was larger than I could eat--the first day and for dessert the tail-end of my ice cream cone of vanilla with salted caramel swirl. Superb. BJ’s homemade ice cream in Florence is kiss-your-fingers magnifique.  

 Sweetpea was a happy camper.

She’s not always happy. She has developed a fear of loud noises, and now with her sensitivity, I notice how noisy the world is. If I roll down the car window, a truck will hit its air brakes. In parking lots, there are more slamming doors than seagulls on the breach. Everyplace has beeps, dings, dongs, and thuds.

 

And we have a quivering dog.

But on the beach, Sweetpea runs like a gazelle with no apparent thought to the ocean’s roar. The sand is her happy trail. 

I supported the arts in Florence by buying a print. I liked looking at this tiger so much I had to bring it home with me. It's a watercolor titled Mr. Tiger by Lora Zombie. 

We visited The Hot Shop in Newport Beach and watched a glass blower make a glass pumpkin start to finish. 

I asked him if you could make glass from beach sand, and he told me how refined the glass is they use. It has silica, of course, to which they add sodium carbonate, and potassium, and calcium oxide. The glass makers vary the recipe, adding different chemicals for different uses.  Sometime these artisan blowers need to order their supplies a year in advance.

While still hot the glass objects are placed in an annealing oven for slow cooling to prevent cracks. Some take days or weeks, and large items can take months. 

 Glass floats are popular on the Oregon Coast. And since it’s rare to find those aqua glasses floats once tied to fishing nets, now the glass blowers make beautiful decorative globes—still called floats. 

And then around the corner we ran into a lady pirate--not real. Good sculpture.

At Nye beach, we watched kids in a kayak, and a golden retriever dog swimming across a small channel. There was a man on one bank and the kids on the other, and they would throw sticks, and I don’t know how many times that dog swam across that water way. He would pop out of the water shake, splatter water on the people then jump back in. He was on a happy trail.

 Nye Beach, dog in the water.

“Happy trails to you until we meet again.”

Joyce aka Jewell