What I’m Grateful For Today

This made me feel a little bit better this morning.

Yep, you’ve done some horrible things in your life. Embarrassing things. Stupid. Mean. Violent, even. Eaten dirt. Smacked a baby. Kicked a kitten. Stomped some flowers. Stole. Lied. Cheated. Beat up a tree. Spit instead of swallowed. Drank bad wine. Voted Republican. Shared a needle. Promised to call and then didn’t. You know, the usual.

But maybe some of these things now make you cringe and recoil and slump down a little lower in your chair when you think about them, because, well, maybe you’ve developed something resembling a conscience over the years, or maybe you’ve even gone so far as to consider the possibility of karma, of cosmic consequence, of the dire effects of wallowing for far too much of your life in all that goopy, stupid low vibration we sometimes call war or hate or religious dogma or the Olsen twins.

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But then, something happens. In the midst of all this consciousness review and energy sifting, you pause. You take a karmic time-out. You lift your head from the hardscrabble tumult of your cosmic computations and look around, maybe read the papers and take in the recent headlines and suddenly it hits you like a dominatrix spanks her evangelical preacher in the hot fetish dungeon of cosmic irony: The stuff you’ve done? That horrible little army of things you think are so dire and awful and mean? Child’s play. Trifles. Piddly little nothingness of who-the-hell-cares, barely registering on the Richter scale of pain and injustice and true human misprision.

Because now perhaps you are reading up on the rise and fall and much-desirable end of this one particular man, this dank, sweaty, adipose embodiment of a sad political caricature, this shockingly powerful force of darkness and cruelty and pure, unfiltered iniquity known to the world as Karl Rove.

And somehow, looking at him, seeing the glistening, pallid face of true contempt as he finally, blessedly exits the main political stage, you feel better. Much, much better. In fact, somehow you feel like falling to your knees and offering sincere thanks, hot heaps of glorious gratitude to the gods of fate and time and love that you are not Karl Rove.

One of the ways that I manage my sanity on a day to day basis is to try and find something to be grateful for each and every day.

I guess this takes care of today.

Shine A Light

So a few people have been asking me about what I’ve been working on that has kept me so busy these past few weeks. Well, here’s a little taste, and yes, it really is that good.

Enjoy!

(…and now, maybe I can get back to blogging and flying)