Shoreline rowing…
As Global Warming is eroding some shores and creating new ones, the notion of “rowing the boat ashore” has to take on a new shape. There are waters we used to wade in that are no more, as there are melting glaciers and submerged lands that are making seaweed from trees.
We are wading though unknown waters and times, but I choose not to fear what’s ahead but if there is anything behind us that is worthy of preserving, adaptation seems in order…
Every breath is reinvention, or at least a step in that direction as what was, is no longer…what ain’t isn’t in anymore…what’s up may not be newsworthy as I fear we’ve allowed the drones and groan-like headlines to lower our heads.
I have been beat up, but I refuse to be beat—I come to the table with more than hunger, as I come to the table with open hands to create, capture, share and receive.
I see VT before TV, as Visions Telling are of more interest to me than Tel-E-Vision. How dare they inform my vision? WTF—have I none, is there only one sun?
Yesterday was a lesson as I am assured tomorrow will be as well, yet today cannot escape my lens as the now is here before I can be empowered to go there.
Beauty beholds us before we give anything a label…I thinkIT so as I point in and look out, seeking landings for reflection on my period of intra-inspection.
My first headline before sunrise is, “A good-goodie is upon us!”
We made it to another day!
HAMOJ [hug-a-mug-of-joy]
