Shaking Earth, Flopping Fish

“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

“Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver

I feel like I have been vacuum-packed for the last four years. And the plastic has now been sliced open. And I have expanding feelings and emotions that follow no precedent I know of. Are you tired too? Do you feel rung out and hung out to dry? Like the stuffing has been knocked clear out of you? I’m typing over top of the cat at the moment. Much has been accomplished already this morning, most prominent of which is that I figured out a way to circumvent the laundromat until Sunday – clever lad that I sometimes am. But not this time. This time I simply remembered that I have clean laundry enough to get me through to Sunday. My oversight and assumption is the spawn of chronic anxiety. I’m used to such phenomena, but the shaking of the Earth, which almost seems to have turned upside down from the departure of tRump, is a force that you may ignore at your peril. We’ve all been battered around by this psychotic bully for four years. Give yourself a break, take time to heal. That’s what I say. While I don’t claim to be an expert at trauma I have seen a few things. My plan for the day is to stop by the dispensary, by Walgreen’s, and the natural foods supermarket on account of they have this really cool cat litter . . . oh! Yeh, gotta stop by the USPS office to pick up the new cat bed. And I have to plug-in the USB cord for to recharge the cat’s motion-activated flopping fish. Yeh, you heard me right. She’s quite fond of the fish. And on that note . . .ciao.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.