November second. The winds of the electoral storm have gathered into a fury. Breath. It goes in and out, and equanimity is still lost. The sense of balance, of needing to do something, anything, gone. What will your thing be? You are already busy giving of yourself to the world in so many ways. And so many unseen uncategorized ways. This is what we need. We must move beyond the doing and support the being in a way that is thoroughly concrete. Not wanting anything more than nothing. Wishing I had the internal freedom to let it.
The return of the "word count" feature on wordpress makes possible my contented return to 100 words. If only the 100 words site itself would count for me, I might more frequently complete batches & find myself higher in the good list of participants, somehow finding a competative edge -- why is it that getting points brings out that streak? What is it? It's like the crazy "cheers" on 43things, or the points in mypoints that are somehow seductive. Wanting to be counted, or to know you matter, or find the endless drift of nowhere. What's the count now?
there is another side to this truly completely inspired advancement in civil rights, and this is the confusing lack of civil rights for ALL. What happened in California so that we might not grant rights to one and all, where we care more about the chickens than we do about our fellow men and women who share our streets and our schools and our lives. How can we deny basic civil rights to any group? What right have any of us to judge? What right, an out of town church to impose its morality on us?