Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Resourceful resolve.

May 17, 2017


Oh, man. We are all tested. That's how it feels, anyway. Or, maybe, more benignly, like we're at the center of some huge cosmic joke and the punch line has *got* to be coming any minute.


A big universal #justkidding.


And then, eternally flabbergasted, I think, nope. This is just how it is. This is just how it is, and we have to make do. Simplify. The less we have to herd, keep track of, or replace, the better. The more we can invent, rely on our own cleverness of mind and cleverness of hands, well, the happier we'll be, I think.


Because really, that's not only the awesome-sauciness of doing something for yourself, but suddenly, in a world where you're never good/clever/skinny/strong/young/old/smart/capable/solvent/productive enough, well, you've just proved a big ol' hell-yes-I-am.  I mean, look! Look at this bad-ass thing you just made. That's the community, the tribe, that will put the punch in the punchline.*


(*Yeah...I have no idea what that means...).












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