Also the Canadian dumpster fire! It’s pretty darn dumpster fire-ish here, that’s for sure!?
So.
A couple of weeks ago, it came to me that the way I feel a lot of the time lately is as though I'm sitting on the side of a street, watching a parade go by.
Sure is one helluva parade!?
Every few minutes some kind of "explosion" goes off.
I look at it & go
"Oh. Another explosion."
Yet I feel surprisingly calm.
Just, you know, sittin' there, watching that old parade pass by.
Lots of noise.
Plenty of explosions. Plenty of drama!
Yet ... I am feeling more or less calm.
Interestingly, about a day after I articulated this to a friend – one who is like-minded & also paying pretty close attention to the noisy "parade" – Charles Eisenstein posted this item When Politics Becomes War in which he said:
"A dear friend reached out to me today, an esteemed elder in the Way of Council, to ask how I was doing. I told her I have the sensation of watching a slow-motion car crash, yet feeling an odd sense of serenity as the catastrophe unfolds. Because, the time of pleading with the drivers to turn the wheel and hit the brakes is over. We did that for a long time, but they accelerated instead, and now the long-foreseen collision is inevitable. In fact it is already happening.
Someday everyone, drivers and passengers and onlookers, will step out from the wreckage and dust, sober, eyes blinking, to tend the injured and grieve the dead and ask what they shall create together in their new-found freedom.”
& I thought
"Hmmm. I think he's articulating something a bit like what I said to L. about the parade."
But then...
Other days I feel my blood starting to boil about something.
Some days, some times, I do not feel calm.
More like I want to jump into that damn parade & start making a real ruckus.
For the record, the vaccine issue is one of the things that can make my blood boil.
I've written about it a lot – ever since 2016 when I dove deeply into the issue – after six decades of not paying it the slightest attention. There are many-many vaccine-related postings on my old site & quite a few here on Substack, too. This one kind of explains it all.
Wilfully, knowledgeably harming – & killing – innocent children? And lying about it for decades & decades, & deceiving the whole bloody world about it? With the full-on cooperation & collusion of the mainstream media? & the so-called "health" establishment?
That can make my blood boil.
The Fish Bowl
Several months ago now, Lorie Ladd (you can look her up on Facebook or Instagram or YouTube) compared what we're (all) going through these days to being like a fish in a fish bowl – while someone is madly shaking the bowl. (It's from this video
about 20 minutes in.)
That's what some days really feel like to me.
It's sure no fun feeling like a fish in a fish bowl that's being violently shaken.
You know??
And?
I've said before – been saying for several years now – that our main job in these increasingly insane times?
Is simply to remain sane ourselves.
At first when I articulated this to my daughters (who are in their 40s now, & btw this pre-dated the Covid era), the way I put it was that our job is to not add to the insanity.
Now I mostly just say it's to remain sane ourselves.
James Howard Kunstler said recently in one of his Substack postings that
"Your number-one job is to stay sane."
So.
Some days?
The parade.
Other days?
The fish bowl.
All days?
Do my best to simply remain sane.
Not add to the insanity.
Which does not always feel so simple or straightforward.
But I’m going to keep working on it!
Janet
p.s. I had an interesting conversation recently with a wise friend who has teen-agers, & who related to me a recent conversation she'd had with one of them. First of all, imagine the challenges a) of being a teen-ager these days; ai-yi-yi!?, &/or b) being the parent of one! Tough gig, either way. Anyway. The conversation she related was about the issue of attention. To what do we choose to give our attention? For me, it seems I need to give less of my attention to all the drama. And more to things that can help me maintain my sanity. So. As I say, I'm working on it!