Time Matters Not

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“Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.” ~ Marcus Aurelius

“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.” ~ John O’Donohue

“Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn’t blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won’t cheat, then you know he never will. Integrity is not a search for the rewards of integrity. Maybe all you ever get for it is the largest kick in the ass the world can provide. It is not supposed to be a productive asset.”  ~ John D. McDonald

Dawdle? Nah, the time I spend reading and watching videos online each morning is rarely wasted. It just takes me a while to get around to writing a daily blog post, and I do like to keep it as close to daily as I can. It used to be that I would read and watch all this stuff, in good part, as a source of inspiration for the day’s post. The news has gotten too darn ugly? Prez says it’s the media’s fault. “Ma, he hit me first”. That sort of thing. But I digress. The pure ugliness of what is oozing up out of the ground-state of America (racism being but one of the effluents) consumes a lot of souls, for a few hours everyday, then spits them back out for a few hours, then . . . ?  Prez says there is a swamp. Have you ever been deep into the Everglades? Now THERE’S a swamp! What prez says is a swamp is more like a small terrarium on his desk, where he raises pet turtles, and he don’t care none too much for them neither. As for my inspiration, or lack thereof, it’s not really too hard to find. Take the visit, in the early morning darkness, from coyotes. I heard them twice this morning. Not the lovelier songs they sing, rather the more utilitarian sounds of the hunt. It’s all good. It would take me several thousand words to describe how much these predators, and their symbolic weight, mean to me. I often remind myself that although the coyote is spurned by some as a Trickster and harbinger of death, they are more than that. Look on the bright side of life, right? Yeh buddy. But to me, in essence the coyote speaks of balance. Yeh, yeh, yeh, Coyote often plays the fool, but he seems to usually learn from the consequences of his folly. That happens to swamp creatures as well. One such swamp creature ain’t what ya might expect from a swamp creature. Deep in the Everglades, deftly hiding, live a couple of hundred panthers. Yeh, as in friggin big cats. You’re not likely to run into one unless you go astray. I suspect that Special Counsel Robert Mueller is one of them big cats. You just can’t see it too well because he ain’t pounced yet. And soooo . . . . seems I did find inspiration after all. But I wasn’t using the Everglades as a metaphor or something. Really. I spent a small bit of time camping out in the depth of the Glades. There lies true magic, not prestidigitation. Out there time matters not.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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