Where were we?
Right.
Escaping into the night I tried one more time to include her in my adventure. She went silent. As the world was going dark, as the loonies are about to take over again, a death and a rebirth.
Along the way, I wondered about her aloneness. Didn’t seem to bother her. Okay. Her inability to commit to a coffee or lunch in her neighborhood. It wasn’t time, money, or effort. She did send a few encouraging messages back. “Sweet John” being the highlight. I guess that’s where we left it. Back to first grade. The fast girl and sweet John.
Find something that excites you, electrifies you. Share.
Humans are failing themselves with Tiks and Toks and phones glued to our fucking faces. Let’s turn them off. Find other ways to communicate. Music. Poetry readings. Campfire potluck get-togethers. Human 2 human. Humanism. What’s the antithesis of what’s about the change our US government? Humanism.
I am a humanist. I believe in being kind. Loving people. Respecting boundaries. Sharing with humor and respect. Grateful I was born white and rich. Sad, that so many are suffering and the upcoming change of the guard back into the “worst of us.” We’ve seen this movie. We’ve begun to lose hope. Everything was so POSITIVE. Momentum. Joy. Yes. Winning. We were all together in our big blue boat and What The Fuck Happened?
In a world gone strange we’ve got to seek harmony. Find, nurture, encourage poets, artists, musicians, writers. Give voice to our own joys and sufferings. I can’t tell you how to do any of this from here. It’s time for us to meet. A campfire. Somewhere cold, high, and clear.
I want to meet you here. Ask you about your life. What joys you are contemplating. We have no choice but to keep joining together in song, in protest, in hope. As so many are turning to the side of hate and division it’s going to be the voices of the people, the artists, the singers, the performances of all of us.
She was not going to save us. There is no saviour coming.
You and me, we’re all we’ve got. We are the warriors. We are the healers and peace makers. We are the resistance. God and prayers are being involked on both sides. What is the heart you will follow?
A modest proposal shot through the air to my phone, just a minute ago.
So positive. Two words. Hope. Goodness. An opening. A beginning.
What is closing down? Where will our happiness be recaptured and reignited? What’s the part of life when things get easier? I was certain that by sixty I would have things figured out.
Wait.
Maybe I do.
Find your place in the univese. Love fiercely. Take chances. Lose. Reset.
Above all: learn the difference between happiness and joy. One is about how things are going. The other, is the core of your hopeful and beautiful being. Joy is an approach to life. Sharing joy is a form of ministry. Creativity is prayer. God is happy when listening to our songs.
I sing the song of myself. I sing it loud. I sing it when I’m crushed and losing hope. I sing it today, asking you to join in harmony. This culture is robbing us of human connections. We go “online” for everything from sex, to food, to entertainment that is a nightmarish mix of consumerism, sexism, glamourisation of enhancement surgery, wealth we don’t have, and young woman making a killing at just being pretty and jumping up and down in a sheer top.
We’re losing the good to the bad. But, it’s a choice. A personal choice. You must turn toward yourself, your friends, your lovers, your family. You must live your best life surrounded by other kind people. There is no product or brand that’s going to fill the pain inside at this moment. No sweet that will lessen the call of the void.
This is a call to love.
