“He was becoming something the world had never seen before – a dream animal – living at least partially within a secret universe of his own creation and sharing that secret universe in his head with other, similar heads. Symbolic communication had begun. Man had escaped out of the eternal present of the animal world into a knowledge of past and future. The unseen gods, the powers behind the world of phenomenal appearance, began to stalk through his dreams.” ~ Loren Eiseley
There was a brief and raucous coyote chorus an hour ago. They’ve been all too rare these past few weeks, and I suspect it is a conspiracy at some level. They know what I like, and I expect them to give it to me, and by denying me these moments of pleasure they clearly mean to manipulate me. Just kidding. No, really. Their prey is probably more present elsewhere. And the kicker is that this very likely has absolutely nothing to do with me. That’s the story I’m running with today. It’s due to exhaustion. That’s why I am taking the easy way out. Do I have Election Season Overload Syndrome? Yeh, why not. The space heater just kicked in, the cat is curled up on the bed beside me, the final cup of coffee awaits my next sip, and I find myself sighing fairly frequently. This mood is mostly born of physical stuff. The Nurse Practitioner the other day gave me a couple of things to do and watch for then we will look at the next current state of my physical health again in ten days. Tests? Yeh, maybe. As my mom’s oncologist told her “You’ve got a case of the miseries”. I’ve got a feeling that there ain’t nothin’ too serious going on. Call that a positive attitude, if you will. My version of positive attitude is to seek the truth. We shall see. My greatest fear these past few days is that . . . oh, never mind. Wikileaks will make the world all righteous again. None of the stuff they publish is made up. Why would they do that? Why would they . . . oh, never mind. I can’t give up on observing the political firestorm that abides, so I will have to bear the brunt of whatever brunt-making thing comes along the pike. I think I’ll start shifting gears here and begin to get ready for work. I find myself fearing running into Trump supporters, which simply reminds me of the power of bully tactics. My way or the highway. Today I will walk the Beauty Way. Too much ugly out there; like the friggin tailgater I just know is waiting for me to drive into town so that they can get their jollies through . . . . oh well. It’s not about me. Eyes on the road, straight forward into the dawn. Second star from the left. Navigate son, that’s what I’m sayin’. Chin up, you know the drill. Hmmmph. There are an awful lot of realities floating around these days. Navigation sounds like just the right thing. Headed toward the light. Yes.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.