You show true loyalty when you remain dedicated to those who are not dedicated to you. Being rejected doesn’t mean you must reject in turn. One may remain loyal even when all others have forsaken. One does.
Ah, bow dee chee tah
I want to sacrifice myself spread-eagle on a mountaintop; flesh-freed and soul-lifted, flit into the trees, the sky I ponder immortal impossibilities content myself with the 2nd law never dying, shifting forms, a return to the place before I was born The pun of the vas defer ens: halls of the fathers, I smile; life is rarely solemn, too busy bubbling for egress, release The vast differences of life diversity in which rests strength; a lesson that sapient, mammal apes seem oddly loathe to embrace By thinking, too inured to think; in thinking, too short of sight; myopic multitudes, among […]
Spiraling Heath (a ramble)
There’s something liberating about the blank page. The initial thought is to just regurgitate the past; that somewhat odd manner of lingering over it as if it holds an inherent value or impact upon this “now” that I have not, knowingly or ignorantly, granted place, point, and purpose in my being, life, and mind. I am nearly the official label of “senior citizen” (though I suspect that number may be bumped in my lifetime; also, I reject the implications accorded that “title” in our culture and society, even as I look about and tremble to realize that my rejection no […]
Doxiparical
Listening to instrumental, meditative streams today, as the polite rejections continue pouring in.
Applesauce, me
I am an apple, cored my seeds, now racing from me my energy, a fruit, desiccated I rest closer than breath to the ancestral tree It is the way of things, I think; all life feeds off of living, feeds off its environment, feeds off of whatever is slow enough to be captured, to be caught, and consumed. I remember racing. I remember the frenetic and flush feeling of being filled with passion. I remember that even the missteps were imbued with a certain delight – mistakes along a path were yet progress along a path – any progress was delightful […]
Liberation
For the record – you were not abandoned. This is what being abandoned is like: https://www.quora.com/What-does-it-feel-like-to-be-abandoned-by-your-mother Also, you were not emotionally neglected. This is what emotional neglect is like: https://www.xojane.com/it-happened-to-me/emoionally-absent-mother You were wanted. You were cared for. You were loved. Significant effort, care, and time were devoted to you from the day of your birth right up until February 15th of 2018. Was I perfect? Far from it. Did I get it right, all the time? Hardly. Was there room for improvement, learning, and compromise? Always. Did I ever tell you I was sorry I had you… or that I […]
A thought of thread
I remember my mother, in the deep of night, as I slept. A brief memory, but dense with the richness of her truth.
Elaboration: False Narratives
A false narrative is a perspective on events that does not include nor address the factual elements of those events. Succinctly, a view containing one or more fundamental attribution errors. For example, to say it did not rain in Seattle on May 2, 1986 if one did not verify/validate the various sources of factual, meteorological data present, would be to create a false narrative. That one may believe it rained at that location on that date is an opinion, not a fact. A fact is created when a given number of credible experts (in context) establish and concur on the […]
Business, as usual (OpEd)
8:17am PST – I’m sitting here listening to a government official grilling a corporate representative on hate speech and how/when/if it is removed.
Come Now, The Ides of March
Cusp of life and line of death, the infamous midpoint at which debts are due; the ledger stands balanced, impeccable. Terms fulfilled, contract complete, thank you for your support. Cut and dry, transcriptional, but it turns out facts can be ignored. The warming air of a coming Spring, rising to meet the Ides; so too, the compelling notion that it is time for business less usual. The mind rests, which is as good a start as any.