Now, Nature, and Love-- Day One

Roses....

They don't give you shit.
They like to eat shit, literally.

They look great, so they give us something to do because think the nonsense we waste our time thinking.

They are what they are.
They don't want to be an elephant, they don't want to be a peony, they don't want to be a tulip.

They just are what they are.

If you love them, they are fine with that.

If you ignore them, they are fine with that.

If you hate them, prune them, ignore them, they are fine with that.

Though they do grow better with fish emulsion and mulch and water.

That we know from paying attention to them.

Practicing attention on plants and flowers and trees and sky might be a nice reminder that Life is happening, and somehow, some way, some miracle, we are right smack dab in the midst of it.

Good?
Feels like it to me.

How about you?

humor at our own hypocracy

During a bit of writing this morning, I was raging on a friend for their insistence on being right about how miserable they were.

Then I laughed at my insistence that they see how I am right about how they should see that they are right.

That word righteousness sometimes pans out to a real way to live, but most often leaves us smearing our own crap on another.

We are soooo sure that we are right that they are wrong.

Hmmmm. Not a useful equation, but like much in life, once seen, quite liberating and humorous.