On Battery Time

Day One.  I followed up on more incomplete errands today (more thanks go out: to Dierdre, Katy, George, Denise and Mr. McIntyre), limiting my meditation but answering my prayers.

No matter whether we box in the ring, shoot on the battlefield, cook in the kitchen, or listen to the woodlands, we answer.

Because I sit here writing this blog to myself, I have only me to please and from whom I find recognition and self-respect.  Of course, I am you; thus, I have only you to please and from whom I find recognition and self-respect.

Solar power and living on a forest floor are not compatible when one has short charging cables.

How many amphibians live with you?

When I stopped feeding the songbirds, the hawks stopped hanging around.

Patience - one learns time has no meaning when one contributes only a fraction of a second to history.

I never forget I deliver a small part of a message in this generation in which I happen to live - the full meaning of the message belongs only to the sender and receiver.

We want a feeling of completeness, a taut string between birth and death, but find ourselves connected to balls of yarn strewn around the room by cats.

I am a wood creature, comfortable with spiders, grasshoppers, lizards, turtles, mammals and birds.  Moss my bed.  Lichen my headrest.

The call of the domestic wild rattles my bones.  Vibrations tickle the feet of the wandering wonderer in me.

We root our snail shells in the ground and call them home.

How much am I willing to fend off other living creatures to stake a self-sufficient sustenance of my own?

History does not belong to me - the tale of our species is yours to reshape.  Instead, I join others who mold the timescape we have not seen but feel in the depths of our being.

In this first day of my prayer and meditation, I seek the unseekable, testing myself and my resolve to walk into a land of undocumented relationships between predator and prey.

The shrinking patches of nondomestication speak to me today.

Our influence on the world is permanent but temporary.

The afternoon sun shines down the slope of the hill behind me, tinging the underbrush with photons.

I have tormented the oil industry enough (the BP CEO will end up on the wrong end of business case studies, don't you think?).  Isn't it time to close up the hole in the Gulf and move on to more important matters?  At least the oil barons know they are under the watchful eye of those who newly rule the planet.

Fossil fuels and operating systems have their day in the sun but the sun sets at its own pace, uninfluenced by our presence (note that the smart, harbinger-type countries and corporations have been moving on to more trustworthy (not necessarily cheaper) "fuels" for business).  Every decision has a price.

History is a consequence, not a destiny.

I live on this planet, not somewhere else.  We are mindful of the consequences of actions that have no knowledge of history but took place in what we call history and will affect us in what we think of as the future.  Here and off this planet.

When you watch a political rally, do you think of the spoken words, the political fundraising/donors or the scaffolding that holds up the rally leaders?  Do you tend to participate or passively listen?

Some people sew clothes to wear and some people make videogame roleplaying scenarios with virtual clothing.

I am a conservationist in the realistically conservative sense of the world - preserving and protecting our species in such a way that it maintains a place for me and other species, too.  Prices will be set to preserve and protect one or the other of us at different times - some will not be able to afford to pay - lives will be lost and lives will be gained.  I, along with my colleagues, concern myself with the net results and let others determine the worth of the consequences.

The history of Day One has ended up focusing on consequences.  On what will my meditation reveal anew/again on Day Two?

A change in persona is one of many serious steps one takes.  Best results are achieved when one takes it slow, easy and decisively.

Laptop battery life is almost up.  The rest of this meditative day takes place offline.

I am an actor by fact of being one who freely writes on many subjects - the clothing I wear does not readily reveal the role I am playing in the moment when others interact with me in public places.  Confusion and frustration are also the price of freedom.  Advantages and disadvantages of consequences, eh?