Now

Now

We don’t know why.

We don’t know how.

All we know is what is now.

In now there’s hope, and breath, and life.

In now there’s poise to meet the strife.

In now resides all that we need

to face the tides ’til storms recede.

A glass half empty’s just as full.

The heart lifts more than sorrow’s toll.

We don’t know why.

We don’t know how.

All we know

is what is 

now.  

By me, 2011, and painting by me, 1981 (age 15)

November 9th, 2016, And The Orange Sun Rose

My friends,
I want to post something, to put out some message . . . it's not easy. I have only the same shock and spectrum of painful feelings you're experiencing, combined with a twisted knot in my belly. So for now, and it likely need not be said in this openhearted niche of the Internet world, I'm simply re-posting my facebook status/message.

Dears, 
Quit the blame! It's destructive. The best we can do is continue to fight on the side of kindness and fairness. I've been cyber-assaulted for nearly a year by "Progressives." I've been loved and supported by some "Republicans." Every thoughtful person weighed their decision heavily and made it. Respect and don't judge them for it. Clearly, political parties and labels have morphed into globs of ambiguous mess. The best we can do is help each other survive, support each other, be kind and loving. I'm not trying to go all corny, preachy, or idealistic. [I'm too cynical for that.] I AM trying to work my own way through this. We need each other. We can't let fear and evil win. Faith, Love, Hope, Breath. I love you all. 

Wait, dear bloggies,
Two more things.
1) One thing to celebrate - It's Bryan Pedas' Birthday. Think of all the dark humor this adds to his special day. I'm so sorry, Bryan. I love you; we all do. You've been an amazing friend.
2) I've been accused of being a "provocateur" because of arguments with some "left wingers" who don't appreciate my mini-lectures about kindness. I didn't know the word, so it required a search in Google Images. Whoa. I've never been so flattered by an insult. This photo isn't even from that page - those were too scandalous to post.



We're in this together. Let's hold each other up.
Love to you.

The Orange Mofo With a Fungus on His Head: Trump the Trump

Dear Sillies,
It's been an exhausting near-year of election madness and hatefulness, right? Even for those of you laughing from afar. But we do have each other. And we have human kindness to share.
My love and apologies to you, as I bring back this rap once more.
After that, I'll return to some prose, mixed with holiday fun and erotica. I also have some men to catch you up on. Oy vey. I mean, I'm looking forward.
Be good to yourselves.