From a couple miles or more above it all...

It's one of those days when it's absolutely mandatory to change my perspective.  Like shutting off the Nirvana CD and slapping in some Kekuhi or Keola Beamer.

And ditch all the news sites and browse stuff that's a little more likely to get my head straight.

Like IRIS Seismic Monitor -- shows recent seismic activity around the globe.  Did you know there were events off the west coast within the last 24 hours?

Or Space Weather -- one of the places where your tax dollars work well is the National Oceanagraphic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), specifically in the Space Environment Center.  Note the recent calm of the sun or the chances for an aurora in your hometown.

Kind of fun to meditate on the dual nature of being a speck on the earth and an observer of that speck and earth.  It'll straighten me out in a bit.

12:54:47 PM    comment []

A good rant in search of…

Ever feel like you really want to go off on an enormous rant, were so completely peeved, but just couldn’t get up the gumption to go on a rage?

I’m so equally sad and mad right now that I can’t conjure up the monstrous anger I feel needing an outlet for choking on tears.  My whole being is at odds, chimera-like: angry in the head, sad in the heart, a lion's head, a goat's body.  Add the mounting frustration and you've got the snake's tail. 

I’m so sad I go outside to get fresh air.   There are tears running down my face as I throw bread out for the birds.  I may be throwing the bread a bit too strenuously, it occurs to me.

It’s no wonder the birds fly off.  Not a squirrel in sight, either.

This observation doesn’t stem the tears.  Now I feel like a moping Godzilla on the loose, weepy, stomping, a terror to other life forms.

I turn myself loose on this blog.  Racking my brain, trying to gather even the will to write.  Focus, focus, find that locus, hocus pocus, what will stoke us…  And nothing comes except alternating waves of anger and sorrow. <sniff>

The phone rings.

It’s a good friend, calling me with a rant of her own, just in the nick of time.  How convenient.  She spills, I dump, we rant in unison, take a deep breath together, make plans to do something fun soon.

Phew, I feel so much better, defused.  I’m still angry, but I’ve got company.

Godzilla and Mothra, together again.

10:52:13 AM    comment []