solitude solstice sunday word saunters….

most of us are waiting for it.  the moment everything changes.  the savior.  the cataclysm.  the grid going out.  the aliens.  the enlightenment.  the leaving.  the tumbling.  the rising.  the collective unconscious dive into the unknown.  fear and desire playing ping pong back and forth.  big violence.  big death.  big injustice.  karma on repeat since the beginning of human history.  humans and our wars, our picking of sides.  the great divide.  the ones who are causing it, knowing not what they do.  the ones hurting from it, crying and dying.  the ones who are oblivious to it, making the wheel spin round and round.  what are you doing?  baby steps.  getting the mason jar for portable water drinking.  always on the go from place to place these days.  get the knapsack ready.  carry it wherever you go.  that damn waiting again.  trust mother earth.  she got this.  amethyst reminds me.  channeling the message of the stones under the solstice sun, breeze cooling off my body frying on the hot stone.  sprawled like a starfish on her belly.  furiously writing.  some people camp and get out in to nature a lot in the summer.  i am a pigeon working in the city.  volunteer park is enough.  water, earth, air, space needle.  though i am thirsty for more.  it’s ok.  watch the thirst, i guess.  let the rest unfold.  not everyone’s lives are about play all the time.  better to write one instead.  solstice solitude.  forced scorpionic mood.  needed.  hermit.  my view.  the buildings staring back at me.  mirrors.  so many people.  so few attractions.  noni with an apatite.  feeding her every way but the way she really craves.  yogurt and sunlight.  birds and music.  it’s not up to me.  the chrysalis gets thinner.  like the veil.  like skin as it ages.  these are the electronic pages of our lives…