Cup half full
I looked at my affirmation today and it really didn’t speak to me. My horoscope was about some eclectic party I was supposed to attend and have a great time.
It’s getting dark early now. The pelicans are circling the park but haven’t settled on coming down a few more blocks to my end of the bayou. There is a slight chill in the air. I’ve gained weight – I feel it in the drag of feet, in the tightness of my jeans. My hair grew about four inches overnight and my haircut appointment isn’t for another three weeks.
I say all this to tell you that I’m sick to death of what I read about Prop 8 passing in California and one Christian Right fanatic saying at least it will make it harder for homosexuals to adopt. Good grief – where is my gun when I need it?
I don’t own one but apparently a lot of new gun owners do since sales have spiked 17% because there are those that feel Obama will take away all of America’s guns and make this a socialist state. Good lord.
But I digress, what I was trying to say is this, the world is complex and the ride is bumpy, but if you are always bracing yourself white knuckle for the next hit, you’ll miss the times when you are soaring off the tracks. It’s these moments when you are gliding when you ought to connect the dots, these are the occasions when you say, I’m living, wee hee, ou la!