Connecting into the natural order of things and feeling fine. Reminding the reflection to reach out - stay aware of what is going on. They don't always know they don't love you. And the other way around. It's just in the actions. Apology injected.
What's happening? Everything and nothing. Day and night. wrong and right all balled up into a fist taking turns at shining in the light of a mind that thinks it has to constantly be in the midst in order to survive what looks to be a battle. Not Me. You. Us. On repeat like a skint LP.
The New Year is approaching for many. It began for me on Nov. 21 which is cool. I have a good start on waking up and delivering. It is my grandest hope that we all have the wisdom to "know the difference" on what we can and cannot change. I am no longer connected at base level to my understanding of what the journey is all about. My life as an experience is grand and full of color and energy. I am thankful to be here. Waking up feels good to me. Spread joy. Pray for the strength of humankind to go beyond the borders of static. I remind myself everyday that patience is key, karma is life's boomerang, and some have never learned the art of the smile because they didn't offer that class in school. I propose we start jotting down ideas for how we plan to survive another year of simply being. I propose we be happy. we breathe more, talk less. Talk way less. Do more. Meditate. Walk. Love. Dissolve self into the rapid palpitations of the heart in the moment of truth. Absolute truth is now. I propose absolute truth. I propose now as the only time my words are present with you. We live in a world where the mind-frame of "war is inevitable and necessary," and it is by this mind frame that men die and babie's are born with war heroes and war victims. I'm in favor of peace on earth. To conclude this rant blog, for this coming season of seasons, I hope we all can treat each day as our first, last . . . our everything. I'm fully excited now. Finding new fear to jog my breathing this time around if there are any left.
The Beatles asked where do all the lonely people belong? With each other.
Rest in Peace Eartha Kitt.
Signing off
A Bad Mofo