"...you can still farm joy out of this moment of saturating sadness."
excellent adventures, as they go, aren't only for th' birds.
.... i have faith u are on the brink of another inspired day of energy/perseverance & worthy adaptation. i judged myself this weekend, ...both on water & on land (after reading your words again), as a man who should righteously piss & moan much less...because your intrepid endeavor pales so many hardships by comparason. Not to lay that on you, ...but to lay it on me. Folks who face-the-day like you are a short-sharp-shock to the righteous peace-temblor & klickety-clock-knocking processes...from which we Americans amply saunter to & fro amidst...our steady-heady...information...inundated moments @ hand … & in the company of fierce weather changes.
Th’ following poem iz a razor-obscure departure from your topic, …but your affecting post, upon rereading it…& our apt replies, somehow takes me back to the day I first read it & felt ineffectual:
[It's a Ferlinghetti poem...that barely, just barely, applies here...]
Bird With Two Right Wings
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And now our government
a bird with two right wings
flies on from zone to zone
while we go on having our little fun & games
at each election
as if it really mattered who the pilot is
of Air Force One
(They're interchangeable, stupid!)
While this bird with two right wings
flies right on with its corporate flight crew
And this year its the Great Movie Cowboy in the cockpit
And next year its the great Bush pilot
And now its the Chameleon Kid
and he keeps changing the logo on his captains cap
and now its a donkey and now an elephant
and now some kind of donkephant
And now we recognize two of the crew
who took out a contract on America
and one is a certain gringo wretch
who's busy monkeywrenching
crucial parts of the engine
and its life-support systems
and they got a big fat hose
to siphon off the fuel to privatized tanks
And all the while we just sit there
in the passenger seats
without parachutes
listening to all the news that's fit to air
over the one-way PA system
about how the contract on America
is really good for us etcetera
As all the while the plane lumbers on
into its postmodern
manifest destiny
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Keep on keepin' on brother,
...as will we try....
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