Down with the Revolution


View looking north, Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, at US 64

“Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s kiss on your forehead. Pay attention. It’s all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.” ~ Susan Sontag

“We all feel that the opposite of our own highest principle must be purely destructive, deadly, and evil. We refuse to endow it with any positive life-force; hence we avoid and fear it.” ~ Carl Jung

“Fairy tales make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

Deep cold, crystal clear. At the moment, 13º, feels like 4º. The coffee’s been gone for over two hours. And the cat, after campaigning for 15 minutes, has gone quiet. The campaign? It was like maybe I could find my way to feeding her an hour or so early? Please? I didn’t fall for it. Her dietary schedule is firm, and precise, as per the doctor. Something about consistent blood sugar levels. I’m not sure consistent is the best choice of words, but I am sleepy again. Mind’s not too clear, don’tcha know. The words is going to have to do. I’ve just awakened from an hour long nap, where I apparently just nodded over, hunched over, whatever. Luckily my neck didn’t get all tweaked. I could just as easily nod right back over for yet another hour. But I won’t. Earlier . . . . well, I first woke and got out of bed back yonder ’round 2:30 AM. It didn’t take me long to remember that Donald Trump is still president. That will never stop rankling me. It is the kind of fact that must be repeated, over and over, and it still may never be believed. But like any fact, it doesn’t take my observation to make it true. This is not about me. Nothing is, as far as I can tell. This particular fact carries with it a rumble of low-grade terror, the feeling that some horrid fate awaits the nation. Actually, it’s not just the president his own self, it’s also the radical Right’s agenda, which prez dollops out like butter over a corn cob. Or ketchup over a rib eye. Whatever. I’ve come to view the Right’s agenda as a demonic force with which to render as much damage as is humanly (if you can call it that) possible to our nation’s poorest and/or oldest.  But I’m down with the revolution. The teenager’s crusade. I really do believe that it will roll on into a revolution, eventually. Have you heard these kids speak?! Let’s move forward. I just nodded off again, but only for a few minutes. Today is laundry day. Without a doubt the practical value of the doing will serve to ground me a fair amount. It’s too easy to get all heady and stuff over the torrents of news from the Bizarro world. I’ve noted before that tweaking my intake of news is not an option. The massage therapist, last Thursday, suggested I not read the news before bed. I appreciate and respect her advice. But if it’s not something I read right before sleep it will be something I read earlier in the morning, afternoon, or evening. It’s all that big. It will take love to make things right. That much I know. So, love it is.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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