“Lies are the new truth” ~ Bill Maher
“Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.” ~ David Foster Wallace
Rain. Not much but I am liking it already, except for the fact that it’s not snow. My disappointment is noted. Another thing I am thankful for is that it is Sunday morning and it feels like Sunday morning as well. I have not been a fan of Sunday’s, not within the constraints of my memory. I have no idea why this is. But the freedom to hunker over the Sunday funnies, or dig my intellect deep into the Sunday Times, Globe, whatever, is a feeling I can relish, if not cherish. I must note that the Times has a pay wall at this point. It used to be that you could read ten articles for free each month, unless you arrived at an article from clicking on a link. The way to bypass that restriction was crystal clear to me. Get the title of the article, google that title, then launch off of that link. But they caught on to my trick. So I rarely read any of their stuff anymore. I haven’t checked with the Boston Globe yet, but they are owned by the Times so I am sure they are already on to my tricks as well. The Washington Post also shot me down. Whatever, right?
Just back from my sunrise perch. All gray today. The cloud ceiling is heading north at a brisk pace. Quite pretty. After days of sunny delight I am always happy to see the clouds roll in. It gives me perspective, which is kinda like what I wanted today’s post to be about, but I ain’t rightly sure it’s gonna end up that way. Drifty is good. But yesterday did give me a perspective shift; quite welcome indeed. In my travels into town I ran into three of my friends from the animal shelter. It always delights me to be reminded that the family feeling remains, and likely always will. One still works at the shelter and the other two have parted ways with the place. Regardless, this was a huge boost mood-wise, for me. Also, it is a reminder of what a big role my time at the shelter plays in the ‘big picture’ of my life. This highlighting began when my cat was diagnosed with diabetes, back around New Years Day. She had been low-maintenence until that point. Suddenly my professional animal caregiver instincts kicked in. Then when the good doctor, the former vet from the shelter, called me a couple of days ago the feeling of life, of purpose, of animal joy, came back up to cruising speed. And then when I ran into three colleagues in one day the cruise control kicked in. I’m having trouble putting this all in words today. It feels clunky and strange. The thing that does feel clear is the integral message that remains clear, that message being that there can be no pretense in that profession. Well, there can, but it ain’t rightly smart. I miss the work, I don’t miss the place. That’s my perspective. Oh, say, did ya see the magpie in the opening photo, speaking of perspective? The mountain is easy to see, but little bird, she’s right there as well. Totemically speaking Magpie is about things which are hidden, things occulted. It’s a good reminder for me, that things can indeed be in plain sight yet can still be most certainly and perfectly hidden. Silly Magpie. It’s kind of, in a strange way, the flip side of the Emperor’s New Clothes. I am here in this life to learn. This new perspective feel about right.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.