Month: May 2024

Intersection at Milepost 1400

I build a word salad, tossed greens and familiar vegetables on the side. The meat is the main course, and where’s the beef anyway?

I cross my leg (so bad for the knee) and settle back to find the meat, the why of this session, so I can get on with my day.

“There’s nothing there,” my fear whispers. “You have nothin’ to offer, or if you did, it’s all run out. Rest now, and die.”

But I have rested, and with my gathering strength I feel the More I Have To Offer building inside me. Is it an illusion? For fourteen hundred days I have spilled words more or less at random, and what has it all meant? What difference have the words made?

“That’s not for you to say,” whispers something other than my fear. “Say what you need to say, and ones who hear will know what to make of it.”

And what do I need to say?

“Speak your heart,” says the something. “Speak your mind. Speak your spirit. It will be enough.”

Enough for what?

“Let’s find out together.”

You don’t know?

“It’s your journey, and theirs, not mine. The discovery is why you run.”

On the edge of consciousness

Birds sing outside, trees sway in the breeze, and I sigh with over-pouring memories of warm hugs and wild embraces, earnest conversations about lofty notions, and a quest for happily ever after.

As soon as I realize I am in the poetry zone, I surface for air. “No, no,” I cry, “I want to drown in there. I want to bask in the words and find new combinations to turn the keys of locked hearts and open them to possibilities.”

I only brushed against the immersion for a moment, but what I saw ignited a hunger for more. As I pack my suitcase, I feel a determination unlike any I have felt before. I will find the place where treasures lie, I will pick them up and polish them to a sheen, and then I will share them with whoever seeks peace and love and foolish cliches and nonsensical worlds beyond this one.

America votes the evil ticket

They picked the Libertarian candidate for president over the weekend — his name is Chase Oliver, and from what I’ve read of him, he’s closer to my political beliefs than anyone else on the radar, so if I vote in November, he’ll probably get mine.

That’s the idea, right? Vote for the candidate who best represents your views, because it’s a “representative republic”? Because if you don’t vote that way, how do you realistically expect your representative to represent you?

Before you ask, I’m not wasting my vote if I vote for Chase Oliver. The waste occurs when people vote for a person because they think she can win, or regardless of whether he believes what you believe. The real waste is when you vote for the lesser of two evils, because guess what? You voted for evil, so don’t be surprised when Washington, D.C., is bathed in evil from the top down.

I know Chase Oliver won’t be the next president, but I’m probably going to vote for him anyway, because the two guys who have a chance to win have no interest in an America that stays out of wars, respects individual liberty, or even functions as an honest-to-God representative republic. Why would I waste my supposedly precious vote on either of those guys?

I believe if people really voted for the person who best represents their beliefs, there would be more people like Chase Oliver in office. I’m a little delusional that way.

P.S. My advice to those who do plan on voting for evil is to pay careful attention to the vice presidential candidates. The top of each ticket is a man who’s older than average life expectancy.