I loved that the Thai Navy Seal rescued the team and that this was a ‘global story’. It’s nice to be a member of the human race when there’s a feelgood rescue happening. I was thankful to that the US Military took the Afghanistan ISIS stronghold. I imagine if I was a Roman I’d be saying I was glad to hear the Israel stronghold fell to the legion. If I was a Brit in Victorian times I’d be glad to hear that the Khartoum had fallen. It’s always relative. The home team changes but the winning sends a message of stability and order.
I’m not glad that Canada gives money way to unworthy causes and nefarious nations and unscrupulous corrupt international funds unvetted and known for corruption. Billions of dollars of Canadian sweat and tax payer dollars frittered away by the stoner teen aged Justin Trudeau whose polices continue to ruin Canadian economy and embarrass us the world over with his childish views of science and world affairs and generally silly corrupt Marxist nonsense. I’m glad the woman came forward and reported his hypocrisy. I don’t like any of this sex in politics that are already dirty but given all of Trudeau’s virtue signalling it’s good to see him snagged on his own petard.
I wish I could resist falling for the ‘media narratives’. All over the world a few journalists review the daily Reuter and say lets talk about Penguins today and everyone talks about Penguins. Or Caves or Syria or Migrants or something. Its’ so reductionist and comic book. I hear people talking about the ‘news’ and they’re spouting ‘sound bites’ no different than I do. It’s a dystopia. We all have this superficial knowledge. It connects us like workers songs of the 30’s gave the proletariat a sense of belonging to something bigger all the while their local boss was raping their daughters and stealing the money from the government coffers.
I am thankful that I’m not always nihilistic and maintain hope despite the draw to despair. All day long I talk to people who can’t bring themselves to get out of bed most days. They come to see me to get a form filled out or to get medication that stops the thoughts of killing themselves and they don’t seem to have a reason to go on. It was so sad to hear the teacher on You Tube talking about the Democrat school experience, everyone passed, no longer any reason to ‘achieve’.
We really need to go to Mars, just for the heck of it. To give the world a sense of progress.I can see a cave man in China saying , ‘let’s go to Canada’ and getting his friends to walk across the Bering Bridge to avoid self destruction with Hollywood cinema in his own prehistoric land.
I love cranes. The birds are fine but the ones above buildings are such a testament to people believing. Men are building sky scrapers still. I like Hollywood movies and the number of names at the end of a production. I wish the tv was more ‘intelligent’ but there I am watching Big Bang and NCIS. I like that the good guys get their man and that the geeks have friends. We’re an odd bunch. I like comparing the Big Bang to Friends and before that to the Family shows of the 50’s. I like when I get together with friends and we talk over coffee. Camaraderie. I like my weekly men’s meeting. I like talking with other dog walkers
When the media is fear mongering claiming the world is dying, “give me money” , the ‘skies falling’ , ‘give me money’. I like to remember my friends who have had babies and are in the crèche raising little ones. Someone is going to have the answer. Jesus did and we killed him so perhaps the next guy who is born Son of God will do better. I love the song ‘were you there when they crucified my lord’. Of course i was sticking the spear in his side and condemning him and putting crowns of thorns on his head and giving him vinegar to drink, despite my wishing I was the guy who helped him carry the cross.
I’ve getting out of my home today. My dog helps me every day. He needs to poop and pee and that gets me moving along. A shower helps. I even think shaving is part of the catapulting process to get out of the door. I hear all day about people who can’t go to work and want to go to work and I tell them go for coffee each day at 930 out of your home. IF you can do that the rest is down hill. I’m stymied more and more by the commute. I have to get my head around the commute. The mad drivers and the start and stop and the construction. It’s a barrier to work. Once I get through that I need a nap before starting my day. An hour of the second hardest part of work. Then it’s settling in to the actual work which is often a reall pleasure . I like helping people and being there for people, serving, and that part is so much more enjoyable than the increasing legal and administrative usurping of the doctors time to do these really awful distractions that only serve this other process, a parallel blood sucking parasitic process added to the healing moment. I’m feeling like I ‘m at the symphony and a whole group of cigarette and booze hawkers are screaming out their wares in the middle of the performance. Healing is so irrelevant to administration today. The doctor and the patient are just an extension of the swaggering egos of the administrators completely consumered with their own self revelry.
Meanwhile I’m saddened by the daily struggle. I hardly have any time left to consider how to heal this person, how to get them off drugs, what can I do for their depression. The administration has me ticking boxes and making charts and doing things that given their meaningless parasitic existence meaning. I’m thankful at times I’m older.
I was saddened to hear how much I still owe for my truck. I’m trying to pay off a truck and RV and it’s disheartening but like all hills it’s surmountable. Everyone I know has a mortgage, student loan or some debt and the Prime Minister is spending half my income on his dope smoke and drinking parties in the capital and the ‘party’ goes on and on. I’m looking on as peasants always have. But I Really just want to be out in the woods .
I’m so thankful for bicycling on the trails a couple of weeks back. It was so soul restoring to mountain bike. I was so thankful to be casting my line and fishing on the river stream. I’m reading a weatern pocket novel and enjoying the stories of cattle and farm houses and remembering Grand dad and the ranch. The city is so much parking lot. I like to be out in nature. I work for the weekend. When did that occur. The government forcing me with ex wives back into the city. I miss the chickens. I loved the chickens. I was so thankful on the weekend being shown my friends herb garden and their indoor orange tree. There was a slower more important time. I’m thankful for the little fur babies. But I remember Dad growing his cherry tomatoes on the balcony in his 90’s and know I’m too inundated with government paper and their ‘make work’ surveys and the self important computer demands. I have to meditate more, walk in the woods more, still the fears, quiet my mind. Be thankful.
Please God Make me a Channel of your Peace. Lord thy will be done. Holy Spirit come. Let me be more loving and please Lord stop the administration attacking me and hounding me and hurting me for the lies and falsehoods that are their bread and butter. Let me focus on my part. Let me heal and yes I know, help me pay off my truck. Let me have the time to camp and fish and riding deer trails in the country. Take me out to sea again Lord. Help me to get through another day living under the constant condemnation of that petty grandiose beurocracy with his perfection and narrow mindedness. Thank you for allowing me to see the artwork of the transsexual and the collection of art of the old diabetic man. Help me to think artistically. Thank you for Anil’s paintings. Thank you for the buildings and the births. May I be creative and serve the living today. Thank you. Thank you for the colour.
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