Tea With Me: 22nd August, 2023 Tuesday
So Dream Kite wafted low and clear with quite a vivid story about aging people. And a message to my own heart came through loud and clear. “Old people, I do not like them because they die.” Its not fear of Death in me that warrants this response. Its my fear of loss. Fear of my Grief at losing them.
So morning started 5:30 with my relieving which was a bit more complicated than just a handle flush. You see our well stopped pumping midday yesterday. A quick call to the nicest Well Guy in the World gifted me with a promise of a later in the afternoon drop by to check. He did and our original to the house, now 30 years old, pump had pumped its last and a new pump will come today.
But flushing and brushing and washing and dog bowls fills and drinking water must come from bought jugs. So in the dark of day this morning, I dumped a gallon in the throne’s tank and flushed. Ahhh!!!
Life in the high desert. One of the charms of living here is this is ground which adjusts to a broad range of temperatures and those creatures that live within it or on it. Modern conveniences which get planted here over time wear a bit faster. And repair comes on its own time. There are many shades to the phrase “Land of Enchantment”.
When we bought this lovely home 3 years ago, she needed new plumbing, new heat and air, new stucco, windows repaired, all new appliances, and so many other little fixes immediately. And then she has forked up over time other pains in her system which had not been well done at birth and although she had trudged along as best she could, some of these things just plain failed.
So we have fixed. The list has dwindled and some work is still coming.
But we love her.
And she has healed me.
So morning started predawn. Dark at 5:30. Pup’s 14 1/2 week old tanks had hit their max after my flush so out he went into the bedroom courtyard. His reentry and need for playtime meant The Pack of Eight needed to be rousted and ushered off to their respective releiving outlets.
And I made tea. Sat in the garden watching Cavalier forage and early day romp in the dark which oh so swiftly shifted to the flat gray of early dawn. The waking colors of my garden slowly yawned.
Time came for back inside to write. Pack all finished with their early morning jobs, appeared and doors for morning naps with Tea with Mom.
Cooler this morning. 64. Day will trend up to low 80’s. Forecast is for storms later in the week and even cooler. We are low for water. Lagging by 2 inches for the year.
Weather is the new Global Drama. We are all watching and livng with the affects. Another way we are being called to Communify. And, yes, I just made that up. Are we capable of getting the point.
So a Dear Old Friend popped up on Insta yesterday after a long long silence. A two year break from Social Media’s Tower of Babbel insanity. I get it. We now have so many vectors for assaultive information which in actual realtime do not touch us at all but all of our adrenals are pumping dry everytime reports of dissenters from Reality blare out from screens or that Baboon purses his little lips after uttering yet another twisting lie. After shutting it all out for two weeks I feel so clearly the rush of fire in my Soul.
Dammit, people. We are here together. All sides of our increasing needs for defining differences are polarising all of us.
Inherent instinct has me standing in the Middle Ground.
I am really looking at my capacity for JUDGEMENT. Damn, I can find the Righteous Amazon Warrior in my toolkit so easily. I know what’s Right and why can’t you agree with me.
Well, guess what. We are Human. Not all the same. What we spy with our little eyes is not the same. What we need is not the same.
What is common to us all is a need for Safety. We are always trying to find Safety. And our definitions of Safety are different.
What America has meant in my oh so Romantic Soul is the place which was designed to harbor respect for All Our Different Needs For Safety. That, I believe, was the Intention of those who designed Her in the very diferent World of the late 1700’s. And She is being truly truly tested now. But She is US. We are She. We are being tested. Can our Humanity rise to the challenge of coming to the table when Our definitions of Safety are so vastly opposite?
We, She, were never meant to be a homogeneous Society. We, She, were always meant to live in This House discussing and debating and Voting for our needs for Safety. And when the Other Side Won, well, we sucked it up and tried to Vote better next time.
The inherent respect for the Vote is the embedded agreement in our right to claim being one of US. Tearing away at the Vote is the End of US.
And that’s not Judgement. Thats just what is.
I gotta stop. Sorry for the Soap Box. Its what came today.
Not fun, this read, I fear. This is what swims in me as I avoid the Social Media Assault and the News. No wonder.
I like Escape. My Garden Walls.
Tea was Black and Creamed and Manukaed.
Ta.
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