Tea With Me: 20th November, 2020 Friday
Well, Inner Peace is hard to feel these days. The rattling of the rafters holding the roof of social contract is deafening for me right now. Our recent settling in enchanted Santa Fe five months ago kept the thought of lurking lung rabies to the side as we hosted teams of repairers for this lovely neglected shell week after week until a month ago when I declared no Mas…
We have no mold, hot running water, working appliances, smooth stucco, fencing and a driveway gate which swings when we push a button. Enough until the Spring.
The Almond Pup is big enough to rough house with The Swedes and happy to come back to me when she needs to sleep and grow.
Little has her Season and her body’s desperate wish for pups is quite distracting her and disturbing for The Wizard who no longer has the urge. He grumps at her advances and looks at me imploringly, “Please make her go away.” I do and they both settle for a bit.
The Zo adores The Almond and they always are together. The Dragon Queen hit double digits on the 16th and Feyly reigns over all as she has done for years.
The Nose is fine and grizzled and never far from me. The Bacista I fear is waning. She wanders blind and deaf to follow me, food or outside air but needs a guidance as she can get lost. Every day I feel it closer, her need to depart. I am hoping for a swift release for the Mighty Little Queen.
So Inner Peace, me who speaks of Light and Love, is far from me. I conceive of horrors aimed at those who cannot leave the Game that they have Lost. The Child Tantrum is trashing anything he can so the House he holds might crumble for the Better Man. It so easy to see the stunt of Tantrum who lost his Mama at about aged 3 to the vagaries of illness his father would not tolerate. Tantrum sought something akin to parent and found his father liked the Bastard Bully he tried on. It worked for him and no one stopped him after that.
He has put at risk not only all of US but the Whole Wide World as he sends Pompeo to stir the Middle East. And pulling troops from Afghanistan against the better judgement of those who are grown up? For Fuck’s Sake.
I know some I love are duped by Tantrum and his Fake News Twirl. Know you are held in Love in the Universe of Real. And those of you who choose to hide from this whole stew, I am watching for you because I cannot look away.
If nothing else will bind us all to Mother Nature’s Truths, it is to Mask or Not which proves the Lash. Make no mistake, the Whip of Death comes for those who blindly follow Tantrum’s Lies which cloak his shriveled Soul and for those who cannot see that You are We.
And I do mourn you all. This is the Mother’s Culling. She sends these beasts at times when we have grown beyond Her toleration and its time for less of us.
The Real of This is that no matter why you choose to Mask or Not or Travel or Gather this Thanksgiving, You and We are all at Risk and Connected by this Beast which Breathes through All of Us.
For Pity’s Sake, Stay Where You Are and use your phone or pad or screen to love and cook and laugh and drink and eat and Pray with those you Love so the End of 2020 might see most of Us.
I Preach for Damn Sure. And do not apologize. My Heart is filled with Sorrow and The Rage which I shed to rise above and see the Point of all of This.
This is the Lesson and the grade is Pass or Fail.
We need to get a Fucking Grip, You All.
Tea was Black and Creamed and Strong.
Ta.
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