Summer’s here! It’s ‘break out in a sweat when you walk out the door’ weather.
I LOVE IT!!!
There’s something about being able to get outside and watch the birds as they do all those amazing bird things. I can sit and listen to the weeds grow in the gardens. Great fun!
Even with all of the good things that summer bring it can still be hard to be happy. At least for some of us. The sunlight and vitamin D are supposed to chase away the gloom. It doesn’t always work that way. I probably can explain the physiology for this. I don’t feel like doing that. Don’t really feel like doing much of anything. That’s why I can hear the weeds growing. Rather than pitiful little cries when I dig them up. I’m reminded of that scene in the original Fly when the tiny David Hedison cried out from the spider’s web, “Help me! Help me!”
I’m trying to get my poop in a group. Working on things to return a bit of joy and happiness. I found over the years that I experience the most joy when making music. So, I’ve gotten busy noodling around on the guitars. Spent too much money on gear to record to this here computer thing. Should be fun. I should probably sell my 1972ish Fender Twin to pay for the new gear. Still have my small Marshall rig to play through. We’ll see.
I think one reason things are a bit out of sorts is that I have cardiac issues that seem to pop up every now and again. Get to see my primary cardiologist, hopefully for the last time this year, in a couple of days. That should relieve some stress that’s been building for a while. Maybe then I can get back into the gardens and those screaming weeds.
The time is here when I can no longer remain silent about the direction that the GOP are trying to steer the country. Politics is a game that I prefer not to play under normal circumstances. We give that game way too much influence. However, things are deteriorating at such a pace that alarms are sounding in every quarter. Red flags flying on every street corner. I’m beginning to question whether this country is going to survive the fucking abortion that the Trump GOP have conspired to build. The bad policy decisions are one thing. Those actually may be able to be undone if we ever pull our collective heads out of our asses and vote a change. New policies can be put into place to try and heal the damage that these people have wrought on the U.S. and the World. It’s the damage to our national psyche that I’m not sure that we can recover from. Corruption, lies, cronyism, and the wanton destruction of our place in the World are taking their toll on the soul of the nation. Trump’s own narcissism pollutes everything that it touches. His lack of any ethical compass seems to be taking all of us off course and into the weeds. Who knows if we can find our way out? Frankly, I’m pessimistic.
You may justifiably ask me, “So, where is your faith in God? Isn’t He supposed to fix things? Aren’t you supposed to have joy unbounded?” The short answer is my faith is fine, thanks for asking. No, God doesn’t micromanage. And, no there’s no promise of any real joy or bliss this side of the grave. The Human Condition is a real thing. Suffering happens because we’re human. Crazy narcissists are part of that. That old saying that when One suffers, all suffer is true. So, I pray and meditate. I keep my sanity. Well, mostly. Then we Keep On Truckin’!
Sorry about dumping a bunch of stuff. I need to do that from time to time. It seems like those times are coming in clusters these days.
Anyhow, thanx for listening.
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