Let life begin all over again each day in the rubber dust of an interstate town.
God grant me the vitality to live well and leonine here once more, until such time as I may find myself longing for More Than This, and proceeding confidently in the direction of modest dreams

***

Fortunately, I’ve carved out a place here where I can confess such sins, and place my songs in a place where they can be heard, and I have cared for myself unconditionally enough to still be able to say smooth and bitter sooth, and out loud. By the blessing, I get braver with each passing month.

Good for you, V.

Now let’s not wallow in it, V.

That was a couple of couple yesterdays ago.

Every day above ground must be lived on its own terms and judged fairly on those terms.

Pray the Lion/y into waking through the course of a walking meditation.

There is no destination. We journey well, or we do not, and that is all.

***

Never mind that no amount of bombing can put anyone back where they belong.

That no amount of effete modern goodwill and recycling can ever fix the Mistake.

We are the children of a lost Eden, and we can’t ever go home again. God said No.

Re-wilding is nothing but a doomed attempt to force the impossible into re-being. It is as the brother said.

And, I don’t care about that truth.

I have my sooth instead, and

I’m in genuinely mad hot pursuit of the impossible regardless.

***

-Execute your daily rituals with clarity. Spend the time to stand over the burners. Try to keep chow down the cat.

-Channel that creative energy into useful, tangible outputs (videos, writing, the next batch of images).

-Shift your gaze back to the loftier goals: the Ranger 12 specs, the dealer calls, the monetization strategy.

You’ve done the work. You’ve honored the dream. Now, honor the present by making it square. Elphaba of the flesh will be there when you’re ready. With the blessing, the camp that is not Base will be too.

But what happens or doesn’t happen is not what matters.