Sunday, September 13, 2009

Pleasant weekend, time for some fresh thinking

The latest party was fun and now I am wondering about doing a Winter holiday "comfort food" party. Like a warm-up to Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. We shall see.

Missed this month's Liberty States Fiction Writers meeting. I REALLY wanted to go and get feedback on new parts of Heritage Fields but I just could not make the time with the preparations for Saturday's party.

Why throw parties? Cuz you can. And sometimes you just want to share what you've got with good folks.

This has been a rough year for everyone. Lots of challenges and changes to address. The landscape remains uncertain.

I throw parties because we all can use a small victory.

WARNING, I am about to go off on a tangent: 

Here's the thing. Many of our issues today were created by lack of foresight and I believe we can and will make tomorrow better. I'm not going to voice specific political opinions here because that's something I do by voting. A few years back, a former girlfriend took issue with me not sharing an opinion on a non-political topic. It's not that I lacked an opinion, I just don't think I'm supposed to tell other people what to think. Of course when you don't speak up, it means you never get your own opinion respected. Anyway...

For the most part, Americans don't have to literally struggle like frontiersmen or cavemen to live. There are no dinosaurs chasing us, no robots with laser beam-eyes from the future marching across the land... We do have threats to contend with, MOSTLY from other human beings. A lot of it has to do with money and policy. Last time I checked, we created BOTH the money and the policies that we live by. Go, us!

Aliens didn't swoop in and cause our financial mayhem, that was collective foolishness. Sorcery and magic are not behind the venomous bickering we hear in the streets or in the news. Yup, that's us again.

Seriously, what would a caveman say about our economic troubles and political/socio squabbling?

"Unga munga! Me am fighting saber tooth tiger for me dinner, climbed in volcano to get fire and rescued little cave boy stuck in T-Rex jaws. WTF is your excuse?"

We have become the victims of our own creations and we need rethink our day-to-day lives. There are more hard choices ahead and I don't pretend to have answers for the world.

Me, I am militant about keeping debt off my shoulders at all times. It ain't always fun saying no to things I might want but it meant I could pay for the surgery that got Pepper back on her feet.

Sure, I could have bought myself a wide screen TV or some other gadget, but by not doing that I was able to help save one of the family dogs six months after Dad died. Small victory.

That's why I throw quick parties. We need to collect our small victories and remind ourselves we can make things right.

We have to individually decide what that means in order to make something positive happen.

But even I need some fresh thinking.


So I had another dream where essentially I'm being admonished for various bits of foolishness. The cast was made up of the usual players (friends, former girlfriend, former girlfriend's family... I was kinda hoping for Papa Smurf), who are projections of the self rather than the actual third parties. Or at least one's own interpretation of said people, which again is a type of self dialogue.

I suppose I need to change certain outlooks stuck in my head, that stuff does the soul no good.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away