12.2.16 After a tough crap crap crappy day

The sun was sinking down as I pulled up by Planet Fitness, reveling in my choices. 
Delighting in how, despite the crab crab crabby day, if I wanted, and I did, I could get in my car and go the hell down to Planet Fitness and go in and do whatever the hell I felt like and then leave. 
I could drive home, grateful for love and life and a car and gasoline and a warm home and a beautiful night after a tough crappy day, breathing in the moon.

12.2.16 Now in this time

Now it's growing cold, and all the people in the neighborhood who used to sit out are inside. 

Now, all the hard-working farmers toil best they can outside, and then back in their barns, repairing and fixing. 
Now, the bicyclists are finishing up, before snow begins to pack the ground. 

Now, the older people at the corner house no longer sit out morning and evening. Nor the man alone now, whose kids come often and with his Boxer, sit out beside the house, by the garden.

Now in this time of winter rest and restoration, we pull close our modern day hearth.

12.2.16 Gratitude

I am grateful to each of those people, in all places, also having their small lives. 

Persisting in the face of difficulty. 

Asserting their faith in what matters most to them, whether it be spiritual, their neighborhood, or sitting quietly with a hot drink at the beginning of their day.

12.2.16 Sometimes we wonder

 what it would be like. To have a different life. Living in a different place. Differing circumstances.
What would Lives be like if it was like shopping, where you can say "Well, I would like to have two of these ,instead of one of those."
Today, I walked down here along the farmers fields, knowing my age. Having some vague sense of the uncertainty of what is to come. Knowing that at some point these lands will most likely be built upon. And this peace and quiet and isolation and loveliness will be no more.
So it is. Change without end.
Here we all are. Soaking up this moment,
our time.

12.2.16 My antidote

to our nation's challenges

12.2.16 Little Boy Blue

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12.2.16 Come together

We become rendered by our circumstance. 
We respond and struggle and come together.
 Could you have ever, in your most remarkable dreams, imagined the coming together , all over this earth, because Energy Transfer Partners shoved their dangerous pipeline from white lands to Native lands, and thought, in their racism that it was a nice done deal? Look at the outpouring. 
Watch the innovations and the peacemaking, the racial clarity being laid down. 
The entire movement growing and being powerfully calibrated around this event.
 And now? The Veterans. 
As we all come together.