This November has already turned out a weeks worth of 80-degree scorchers. I keep forgetting to wear sunscreen as it's not something my Novembers of past prepared me for. I know the east coast is seeing their share of winter already, but damn and bless this global warming all the same. However, this week's sunspot across my crown brought on a sadness yesterday that I could not explain. I was too drained to find its meaning. I knew it wouldn't last so I didn't dwell. I know better being human and all.
I got electrocuted again. Maybe that was it. It had been two years since the last dose of electricity jarred my system through a hot microphone. This time I was dripping wet after a dip in the Jacuzzi and while reaching for the off switch in a dark room, I grabbed an exposed wire and felt the love of man all the way up my left arm into my heart. According to my friends I made a sound no human has made before. I think I'm okay from it. The only result that's been happening regularly is that I spill things. I have a case of the Dropsies so to speak. Apparently it's common when mercury is in retrograde to flip your cereal bowl over into your lap or just let go of a beverage at a surprising instant.
I didn't vote this year either. Again I was too exhausted to find it's meaning. I love my home and I love this life and I do love our "freedoms," however I can't understand the ritual enough to research the characters in the race. My only homework was reading signs plastered in the front lawns across the county. I certainly don't want to vote based on font and landscaping. I'd rather keep quiet, pay my taxes and pray the government leaves me alone to be honest with you.
The idea of political borders is outrageous to me. Sure I know it's been happening for 200 years now but to me that doesn't seem very long in the grand scheme of things. Manmade laws can't be applied everywhere and they don't even make sense to those who still live according to natural laws, which is mostly just the few animals we haven't killed yet anyway.
Humans have been walking around on this planet for hundreds of thousand years. So why all of a sudden is it we need to keep feeding a separatist theory while trying to rule the world? I'm no more American than I am Scottish, unless we keep geographical borders in play, then okay I am of the Americas. Couldn't we just say we are people of earth and be grateful for whichever side of the rock we're facing and leave all others to enjoy their view as well.
In government, is there an ultimate goal for peace? I don't see it, nor have I ever read anything about it from any party or candidate. Therefore, I choose to make my own peace in the sticks of San Diego and pray for the rest of the world to find theirs. My votes don't count, but I believe that my blessings do.
In summary, I think globally & I act locally. I do my part for the good of the environment. And I say thank you to just about everything. What more does a good citizen need to do? I wouldn't fight back if they begged me to.
Alas, my shadow is calling me back to the high tide. I must drop my spirit once again into the sea for the divine exfoliation celebration.
"Everyday is Sunday when you're unemployed." - Honeycut
