Looking back over 2012…there were many shifts, both seismic and metaphysical. Emerging from our traumatized environment after living as if the entire world might fall down around us at any moment day after day, from September 2010 until now, finally, we are beginning to feel like we might live again…
How long we shall live is open to debate and wagered
against and/or for us because of vices and/or virtues
perceived by those of us with little else to do and/or
too little consciousness—and so we criticize and/or
judge.
How often I am aware of it in myself is not easily weighed. I am told that becoming more aware is part of self-realization. One can only hope, until they decide to do something.
Christchurch has no time for worrying about what it cannot reshape. It’s time to throw a new pot and it’s time to shut up and carry on— It doesn’t do any good to yell during the noise of crisis—it’s best to conserve energy for the trekking, dodging and running because:
Freaky natural events happen all over the place…
it’s only different, unique, unseemly, unfair, horrible and unacceptable when it happens to you. If it’s not happening to you, it really isn’t happening to the degree that reality dictates to a real body, otherwise, it is all pictures in your head, awesome photos, someone else’s stories.
Surely, this experiential necessity to evoke reality is recognized by everyone over whatever historical and/or untimely events necessitates an invisible meridian line from childhood to maturity. The course of this planet navigating the same ship with so much technology advanced beyond a cannon, well, the network for interconnected mayhem and hems mended is palpable.
Elton John can be heard singing ‘Rocket Man’ in some places in the world at no particular time and date, like a twinkling, now you hear it, now you don’t. Magic or mayhem, are two sides of the same coin.
I am, I said, not even the chair heard me anyway, and a diamond can be a girl’s best friend in verse to break the curse of being alone. The earth has settled down now, our imaginations restructured and the ‘real bad guys and gals’ have revealed themselves from our mis-conceptualized guise of believing that because we are paying them to protect us, they will in return protect us. hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
I won’t discuss insurance companies and the bureaucratic nightmare they create to withhold payment to tens of thousands of befuddled Kiwi residents in Canterbury—it is a can of worms for better fishers of ‘bad men and women’ than I can be. My style is more of going around the objects blocking the road rather than through and/or over them. I have watched wildlife in their natural surroundings curve away from, rather than confront impending disaster. It feels like an appropriate time to do that.
So in rear-view of that, it is summer in Christchurch and earthquakes are old news and there is a much needed reprieve for the folks of Canterbury…I’m curving away from the cracks in the road…
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