Tea With Me
29th September, 2022 Thursday
So Dream Kite has been sending some good ones recently but other than one which flew so low its impact left me crying, their drift has been too high for capture. Some dogs and old friends and daughters and places I have not been are all the glimmers I can grab. The one that left me crying, well, I cried all day because of it. A truth I have spent my life running from owning, doing anything I can to shift it so it is not so, has finally demanded that I know it because the running costs too much. So I wept a day, washed my heart and knew this truth and let the anger sourced in the pain flow off my cheeks and away.
Lighter now.
So, you all, there is much that we are so mixed up about. the times are full of flux. And America seems fucked. Finally this grand experiment of humankind to hold eachother’s common good as The Collective Goal seems way too far from reach. Six weeks we have til proof of how much we give a damn to scratch back at those whose lust for power and control desires to roll back the progression of humanitarian drive to empower all to rise. This opportunistic shadow which grabbed the chance to roll back Roe, it had been waiting all those decades for the chance which came in Fucking Trump.
Well, they may well have ended all they’ve won by that one stroke. But we will see.
I am deeply Purple. In the mix of middle. The Ass ends of both the Donkey and the Elephant are full of shit in my humble opinion. But their faces, nose to trunk, or dare I hope, the Donkey nuzzles as the Elephant wraps an embracing trunk around the neck and we know longer see them separate and apart. We see one silhouette. Two vastly different forms who have come to know they do not exist without the other and therefore have come to embrace their differences and move forward.
And the fate of the hijab and maybe even burkah is in doubt as is Putin’s power. Ukraine may well prevail.
And I truly thought Heroes were dead. Seems they are not.
But The Queen is.
What a blow. For me at least. I felt again the passing of my parents and with them and Her, the passing of the notion that generation built back a World shattered by the cost of a War of Light and Dark. Yes, I know, some of you beloved smartasses, it was a much bigger stew, but they were young and when their work there ended, they had what they had to imagine a World they rebuilt. And of course its faults have erupted because they had the wrong ends of the environmental and economic sticks and human life is never light and dark. Its something in between.
But somehow, Elizabeth, child Queen, grew into something quite amazing. I felt her oh so strongly as she passed that day. And watched every minute of her being processed through to descent into the Family crypt. At rest, finally, just as the World is whirling through this mess she no longer had the tools to calm it. And that was her Power. To Calm whatever strife seemed just about to shatter all around her. She’d appear and speak and just carry on.
Because no matter how bitterly we fight, we will eventually have to carry on.
And carry on with eachother. After every War, eventually, the oppositions must agree to just move on. The cost is just too much.
Well, so its all amuck right now. Some of you think you are right about what you think you know and some of you see all of that so differently and think you are right about all of that. And it feels like we cannot find the place we can all think might just be ok. We do not all come from the same place. And perception is the trap we must not fall prey to because we all perceive the same in our own way which can be very different. Its when we start to damn any other perception than those like our own that we lose. Possibly everything.
Florida was pummeled by a storm which whipped itself from Tropical to 155mph levIanthan and now is winding back up to beat more of the Eastern US States.
Mama Earth is telling us we are but lice on her skin and she has her RID recipe comin for us. And its vectors will come from all sides.
We have got to come together, people.
Soap box done.
So images have come to me in the wees of the mornings in between peeing and falling back to sleep. One was a hillside, waving lush tall sunstroked grass. With it came a word. Home.
Another was neon rainbowed colored people clustered on a city busy street. The word that came with that, Rage.
I don’t know either.
Yes, Peeps, that chart, its all retrograde.
Tea was green.
Ta.
Tea With Me 