Life Is In Session


“I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.”  ~  Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.”  ~  Ursula K. Le Guin

Soft snow falling, deceptive at a rate that will pile up significantly in time. It’s still dark. Coffee gone. The cat is pissed off at me for some reason, likely that I will not sit still long enough to make lap time feasible. I’m short of time for writing here this morning. There will be some shoveling needs doin’. My hair needs washing and it must be mostly dry when I go out to clear the paths to the chicken coop, and to my car. All mundane life stuff. This is good in many ways. I’d love to muse on the new President. Boy howdy, wouldn’t I ever! It’s a work day. My life at this time, this morning, is all staccato Hemingway sentences. A better life in many ways than the one I was living just one month ago. I can take care of myself in a better way. The massages were and are a high priority. Better food and more. The ways are more than I can count right now simply because I have no desire to count the ways. Just live dude. Just live. As I have said before  .  .  .  well, life is in session. A long hermitage seems to be breaking up, shaking up, of necessity. This shakeup gives my day job a new sheen, casts it in a new light. It betrays my surprise at the smiling flirtation that is ongoing, and greatly cherished. I don’t know. I’ve got stuff to do before work. So this short post is also of necessity. It is snowing and cold. The visual beauty of it will become a treasure to behold in just two hours. Small things. I dream again. Dreams in the past three years have all been refracted things, and the lens has been either dirty or flat out dark. Whatever. Yeh. Things are looking up. So mote it be.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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