The Reluctant Writer

 

I have been obsessing about how bad it will be if McCain and Palin are elected and the entire world’s economy collapses and all the wolves are plunked dead by crazy women in helicopters. I love wolves – the wolf is my totem animal guide. I have a strong vested interest in keeping the wolf population safe.And caribou, whales, polar bears, chipmunks, and scorpions, mollusks, badgers, skunks, and eagles. . .  And all their relatives.

 

But this political dithering and distressing is counterproductive. That which receives attention is what persists. Or is it what you resist, persists. Either way, obsessing about McGramps and Sarah of the Pale Inn will not bring about peace of mind, world peace, or a piece of pie. Even if they are elected, we will survive. I will survive. Who knows, maybe I’ll even do better than that. Stuff will change, but it will be an adventure. Maybe I’ll be in New Zealand, but oh well…

 

Back to the story. I have noticed that I have been less and less able to write for fun, think of lighthearted and colorful delights, and participate in artistic endeavors. My life has become a manifestation of working at home, watching poly-ticks and enjoying very little play.

 That’s no way to be. Especially since I am intriguingly middle-aged, energetic, healthy, attractive, artistic, talented, and incredibly horny.

 NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE ISOLATED! Double especially since I’m still looking for a job.

 

So I know I must shake it off and more fully engage in the beauty around me. Including the colors, smells, and crispness of my favorite season – Autumn.

 

Autumn is the year’s evening, burnished, rich, sunset-tinged.

Our reward for enduring summer.

 

Practical sounds of school bus and youthful voices.

Cats bristling new thick fur and languishing on down comforters.

Baby quail have grown their black bobble head feathers,

Brown bellies spotted with white.

When did they learn to run so fast?

It is Nature’s full, heavy sensuality. Joyous Harvest, reaping, readying.

Earth scent reminiscent of summer grass, freshly crisp, yielding, nurturing, cooling.

Snap of apples, crackling fire, sweet wood smoke.

I see your words in the evening air. Your breath has substance, weight.   

 

Deep, lingering conversations over savory chowder and warm bread.

The day’s story, a gentle touch, laughter.

Crystal seduction of burgundy wine and white cake.

Welcome the night, warm flannel sheets, candlelight,

and the fulfillment of sly, suggestive glances.

 

Autumn’s promise – we will awaken content and complete

            When Spring’s sun rises again.

 

 

The bright spot in today’s news:

I read in news article today that the Fish and Wildlife Commission has placed wolves back on the endangered species list because last summer hunters slaughtered about 10% of the wolf population. Sorry Sarah, you’ll have to find some other wild thing to shoot with your nifty automatic weapons. Or better yet, just cut it the Hell out!)