The Bitterness of Goldilocks

“Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.” ~ Guillaume Apollinaire

“Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.” ~ Mark Twain

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” ~ Oscar Wilde

Every once in a while there arises the need to have a little fit of outrage. In these days of the impending impeachment of the ‘”anointed one” it is quite possible to live in a state of perpetual outrage. I wouldn’t recommend . . . oh, never mind. Enough politics already. Let’s just say that the president could give master classes in outrage, he being one who has a fairly unique level of ability to express outrage against his own beliefs. It does you some good to get it out once in a while, just don’t lean on fantasy as a guide. Fantasy also serves a purpose, but that is not a topic for today’s riffing from this faithful scribe.

“In violent times

You shouldn’t have to sell your soul

In black and white

They really really ought to know

Those one-track minds

That took you for a working boy

Kiss them goodbye

You shouldn’t have to jump for joy

You shouldn’t have to jump for joy” ~ Tears for Fears

This morning’s coffee is just right, having a balance of bitterness that only Goldilocks could appreciate. Quiet cat. Not all that cold outside. The Moon is coming up on full, guaranteeing the thinning of the Veil between worlds. Dag nab it, lately it seems the Veil is stuck on full open. Mom came through this morning early, her presence as strong as any time since her passing on Guy Fawkes day in 2006. From past experience I can surmise that either she comes with a message or she comes because I need a mother’s touch a lot these days. Self-nurturance is of course the goal, but don’t turn your back on what the Ancestors have to offer. As for the possibility of a message, it’ll shine when it shines, right? Yeh buddy. Boy howdy the lingering of a liminal message is always inspiring. So much so that I don’t even have to think about it. I think I can leave it at that for the day. I’m hoping so.

All is well. Goof gloriously.

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