“Never have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.” ~ Mark Twain
“Peace is not the absence of conflict but the presence of creative alternatives for responding to conflict — alternatives to passive or aggressive responses, alternatives to violence.” ~ Dorothy Thompson
“Because conflict-avoidant Emily would never “bite” or even hiss unless Greg had done something truly horrible, on some level she processes his bite to mean that she’s terribly guilty—of something, anything, who knows what?” ~ Susan Cain
This morning I am a clever mix of OMG, WTF, and NASA. Nice, right? I’d love to take my soul out for a spin, maybe go take a low pass over the ice mountains of Pluto, go dance with a dust devil on Mars, or simply go lounge on the Moon, in a gravity chair, with a tankard of ale, a beer bong, and contemplate the little bright blue dot before me. Sounds good to me. I had the rare blessing, this morning, of witnessing a battle of the gods, between a magpie and a mockingbird. Their fierceness was off the scale. Only cats can match the pride and stubbornness of these two birds. Twice I saw them tangle and go down to the ground to tussle there. It was truly shocking. This was not play, it was rage. The last I saw, the magpie was headed south with the mockingbird hot on his tail. Wow. Just wow. Took my breath away at first. Speaking of that, I’ve been wearing that friggin mask for eight hours a day, four days in a row. Exhausted I am. Today I am the living embodiment of that old joke: “Do you know the difference between ignorance and apathy? I don’t know and I don’t care”. Meh. Time to rest, recharge, and heal? Not today, thanks. Today I’m going to the Moon. Hope ta see ya there.
All is well. Goof gloriously.