May the Force Be With You



“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.”  ~  Anton Chekhov

“A while ago somewhere
I don’t know when
I was watching
a movie with a friend.
I fell in love with the actress.
She was playing a part
that I could understand.”  ~  Neil Young

Coyotes, two of them, came through for me this morning, at 4 AM. Their barks are so distinct. It’s a sound almost like that Tibetan monk two-tone singing. A bark like a dog overlaid with the higher pitched, more shrill, music of a Trickster’s song. No yips, no howls. Perfect. Fast riding clouds from the south, along a trail awash with vivid moonlight. Once again – perfect. I saw the new Star Wars last evening. Make time for it, it is well worth seeing. I’ll not spoil it. Harrison Ford has taken his Han Solo role to the next level. Carrie Fischer, same. It’s the lead actress that moved me most; besides Chewbacca, of course. That’s what the Neil quote above is all about. She reminded me of the magick that permeates all we do. Moving forward, it seems like this will be a Peace on Earth kind of day. Couldn’t hurt. Center stage, as I see it, is the struggle that “they” call the culture wars. The rich against all us “little” people. There’s none of the 1% reading my blog, and if there is raise your friggin hand dude. Go read Dickens, A Christmas Carol. They made several movie versions, if ya ain’t got the time to read, or if you usually have someone do that for ya. You are treading dangerous ground, my friend, and all the peeps that take the flack from your truly doltish behavior will come to see you by and by. Give a little more, don’t worry, it will come back to you greedhead.

But wait, there’s more. My favorite political scandal of the season is the doltish behavior by New Mexico’s Governor, the Honorable Susana Martinez. I know, she wasn’t so honorable in regards to a drunken incident recently. I’ve felt barky toward her ever since she cut the gas off in Taos County, during a -30º cold spell, and as facts would have it, our County is one of only two (she shut the other one off as well!) that went blue and voted for her opponent. That’ll teach us, right? Anyway, I have some serious schadenfreude in regards to Governor Susana. It wasn’t the booze, sister. It was the power play. What in Guad‘s name were you thinking?! Chill. But party on, Garth. Just chill.

Just back from sunrise viewing. It’s a good one, a showpiece of gold, gray, and pale blue. The golden stripes along the ridges of the Sacred Mountain were the highlight. As usual, I let the chickens out first, before the show. I came back to find most of them, along with the turkey, under the long-needle pine. Nearly always I stop and talk to some of them, the individuals that forego the tree for a little ranging; Blondie, Big Red, Eaglet, and Phyllis Diller. I love these birds. As I sat out with the sunrise I was actually thinking about things like world peace, gratitude, mercy, compassion, and income equality. There is something to it all, I tell ya. Never doubt. Well sometimes. Doubt sometimes. One must be realistic, said the existentialist. I spoke with an old friend recently. She’s one of those positive thinker types. I have my moments. That perspective is hard for me to take at times, unless the person walks the talk. My friend does, and I love to hear her speak of it. We can do more than we know. It’s the old Buddhist thing; right action, right view, speech, livelihood, effort; concentration, mindfulness, concentration, and wisdom. They call it the Eight-Fold Path, and it is meant to lead to the end of suffering. There is a scene from the old film “Little Buddha” in which Keanu Reeves is sitting underneath the Baobab tree, slipping into a state of Enlightenment. Keanu Reeves? Yup. Good movie, good message. I am not a Buddhist, but I can dig it; I grok it.

 The other political news these days is that Donald Trump is still running loose. I wish he’d stop that. It’s brain abuse, for both giver and taker. I think he, like any good narcissist, plays both roles. Friggin goober. Anyway, I’ve let the coffee get tepid. The cat is sacked out in one of her four favorite spots. The ceramic space heater just kicked in. I am flushed with anxiety, but what’s new. Meds are kicking in. It ain’t so bad. I sit here inspired by the Force Awakening. I get inspired by Star Wars. I get inspired by the Force, which is akin to Castaneda’s Intent. I dig it. I grok it. And it is Christmas Day. Merry Christmas, to one and all of my readers! Remember, there is no war on Christmas, ‘ceptin’ for those who want to fight. The rest of us just shake our heads, perplexed, wondering about people who really really want such stuff to be true. Don’t they get it?

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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