Its mid-morning and I know, I know, I should have already been out in full head-to-toe Lycra mufti, burning off the butter I slathered on my bedtime snack of too much toast, but right now, even as I hand-write this piece, I am in child's-pose -- which, by the way, is not that comfortable. It's not comfortable that I'm seeking. It's comfort and child's pose has a nice ring to it -- safe, secure, protected. Bullsh*t! I doubt that any of us will ever feel safe and totally secure again unless we turn away from the endless and terrifying, panic-inducing news cycle which has me chanting in prayer that I become an ostrich. Burying my head in the sand sounds quite appealing in comparison to watching the horrors inflicted by medieval jihadists armed with modern-day weapons, hell-bent on our destruction. "Ommmmm - Ommmmmm - Ommmmyyyyyy!" They are recruiting willing and very able baby-faced boys by the thousands with the promise of being able to extract pain and punishment on those who think differently from them.
The land-grabs from both new and old dictators, creating hunger, squalor and desperation from formerly school-bound children along with their vacant-eyed, exhausted families crossing borders by the hundreds of thousands to escape from oppression and tyranny. There is the mystifying, deadly and seemingly unstoppable Ebola pathogen overtaking West Africa,
But here at home, I am being inundated with messages that without thigh-gap I am unworthy. Seriously... I am in child's pose eating from a bag of donut holes, the donuts long gone as the world grows its massive ever-widening sinkhole filling with panic and fear. I feel a collective scream waiting to be unleashed! It's unimaginable to me to care whether I'm getting enough kale, vitamin D or gluten-free muffins when there 's so much distress and suffering all around. Why would our society be preoccupied with getting ever thinner when so many in the world are starving? I can't believe I am yearning for the good old days when the Cuban missile crisis was the worst thing imaginable. Oh we have topped that ten times over.
Not everything bad is happening in far-flung places. Why just down the road always, in good old Main Street, USA there are cops with tanks and armed with Uzi's. WTF!! The police are supposed to be on our side.
I am even not close to being a pessimist, but it does appear that the world is so out of balance that getting it tipped back into something wieldy is far out of reach.
The political climate filled with righteous unwillingness on both sides of the ever-widening aisle is incapable of hearing any voices that deviate even a little from whatever is firmly ingrained. A kind of missionary zeal to dig heels in against those who think differently from them. Hmmn... where have I seen that before?
There are more and gated communities, citizens armed with guns and the merry-go-round continues. We take selfies, make small talk and make idols out of people undeserving of any attention while fortunes are made on the backs of the underpaid. The one thing I do know is that I don't know how to stop the madness or the bubbling fear about a future that has already arrived. Franklin Delano Roosevelt said; "So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself -- nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."
I wish it were that simple. How did we get here?
Of course I'm stuffing my face!