bird

dear bird that just hit the window,

Of course I knew the sound. That strangely soft and gentle thud.

I ran to the window to see you, ( only stunned I hoped) in the grass, quietly panting. I opened the window and said " it's okay sweetie" about a hundred million times.

I approached you to place you in a box to keep you warm. Your colors astounded me. The grey was too beautiful to be called merely grey. It should be magnificent grey to better communicate the splendor of you little bird. Or ocean grey to convey your beauty and grace. The markings so intricately woven together as if a painter had seen them in a dream.

I held you and spoke to you and bore witness to your death. And it was an horrific honor. And I cried.

I'm so sorry dear bird but I'm thankful to have been present so that you were not alone.

d.r.

dear ramona,

We're trying something new toots.

This will be a quaint spot for me to muse and query and dispense oodles of appreciation for all manner of life's gifts and twists. And just plain old my opinion on a vast variety of subjects. Anything goes here.

So thanks, dear ramona, you're still my alter ego. Quick to justified huffiness, (y'know in my opinion) ready to pounce on the ill-mannered wankers of the world and pointer outer of the wonders and joys and strange-ness of we the humans.

It's all fodder.

I heard a term that chilled my blood.

Corrective rape.

This is what can happen to a gay woman in Africa.

When I hear things like this that are so horrifying and unjust, I go to quite a dark place. Very angry and hurt.

Very wanting of vengeance. Very scared for all women in general.

But the way I've been trying to counter these thoughts is by making up and sending a prayer out to the
Universe that is directly linked to this (or any) atrocity.

To this particular act of violence and disgusting and ignorant behavior, I say: May tolerance be abundant.

When I really want to swear and psychically curse someone,

May tolerance be abundant.

snowsnowsnowsnow

Question:

Should other drivers be able to see your brake lights?

Did you say YES? GOOOOOOD.

Do you live on a continent where it snows?

YES?

Clean off your brake lights, dinkus. And clean off the rest of your bloody car while you're at it. You look like a doofus. And it's sloppy. And I think you might be lazy.

Here's what I now say when I get in the car.

I also say it many times through-out the day, kinda like back-up, lest I forget before I drive away.

May all drivers be safe and courteous.

Perhaps by stating this it will have a ripple effect of most pleasant driving experiences.

It can't hoit.

feeble, fragile, frail, fucked up, flailing, fumbling, foundering. familiar? forgive.

Does this not describe us all at one point or another? Should we suppose that those we consider to be so annoying have also felt this way? Or are perhaps feeling this way right now?

How to turn our thoughts to compassion instead of instant agitation at their supposed sub-standard behavior is quite the intense quest.

It may be easier to be irked and feel righteous in this irk-dom. I do feel that overall, if we take one precious moment and consider our commonality, we may behave in a more gentle and benevolent fashion.( instead of going over to the ramona ramone side instantaneously.)

I try to think of what this person was like in 5th grade.

Or maybe they just got some really shitty news.
Or maybe their dog is sick.
Or they are lonely.
Or just sad.

I've said it before in a different post, on a different blog:

May we all rise to our highest potential.

And this means not being instantly shitty.

you dink vs. may you not be a dink someday

Oh barf. I have to retract a little bit of my last post. You are not supposed to call someone an asshole at the same time you are praying for their rising above the assholedom. I don't think. It doesn't seem right.

Better to go the more positive route. Or you could just blame it on Ramona. But only momentarily.

rancor in the parking lot

To the person in the parking lot:

I just saw you get out of your car, still chewing, wipe your mouth on a napkin, wad it up and then throw it in an empty cart! Of all the nerve. I stared at you hoping to catch your eye so you could see the look of gall on my face.

This act. This refusal to take responsibility for your own refuse. This leaving it for the lesser thans.
This makes you nasty. Nasty with a capital "N" and then a big "asssty "after it.

I think You are nasty, your spouse is nasty, your kids are nasty and your home is nasty. You know what's probably not nasty? Your car. No. Because you can't deign to have an article of garbaaahge in your precious vehicle.

You are disgusting and yucky. Deliberate acts like yours are oh-so-inelegant. But you obviously don't care if you're a wanker of the first degree. You obviously don't care about a karmic kerpow. I have a feeling there's a nice big windshield bird poop in your future.

I'll just never understand why some people so flagrantly point out their total dis-regard for the other humans on our planet. Let's all try to bless his stupid little dumb fucked up being for the highest good.