Anyone who is allergic to intimacy or has maintained a love/hate relationship with Mr. Rogers.
Those who’ve used a weedwhacker to eliminate the dark and overgrown areas of a once-clean conscience.
Anyone who has mistakenly said “premature ejaculation” instead of “premeditated adoration.”
Those who’ve painted their mirrors black. Whose metal hip screws have set off security alarms at Kmart.
All whose paychecks have evaporated like the most recent LA rains.
Women who’ve considered shaving their heads and joining the convent. Men who’ve considered shaving their heads when going bald.
Anyone who has played a six-string while using a live grenade as a guitar slide.
Those who’ve recently made a new friend or connection online or standing on line, waiting to get into a supermarket or hospital emergency room.
For those dying on the streets, in homes, hospices, or remote villages a world away.
For anyone whose heart is breaking. For anyone whose heart is healing.
This is for those imploding like silent stars in dark skies of their own making.
For those hiding in the white spaces between words, believing silence to be their only ally.
This is for those rebuilding their rooms into tombs for dead rock stars, for those allowing recklessness to pick the last meat from skeletons of calm.
Those struck with fever and fury, restlessness and a touch of mongrel logic.
Those feeling the cold geometry of distances while separated from loved ones.
All of you, know there are sometimes no metaphors for these emotions I feel for you. Yet know you’re sweet to me.
Sweet as honey on the lips of needed sleep.
These days may rage like a lion’s fanged roar;
wail like cupid trapped in a loveless cage;
taste like the dull blues of dust on barely opened blinds;
cry like broken clocks standing on a firing squad line.
We can number these days of isolation on the walls of our abodes, or on the dark cave walls where our minds get so easily lost.
These days we can become chaos or the cure.
To remedy, not ruin, remember there’s no one, but one.
Resist fracture. Resist getting too perplexed by the higher mathematics of anxiety attacks.
Try believing in We.
Try believing it’s A, B, C, easy as 1, 2, 3.
The fear is palpable. It is understandable.
In short amounts, one can work through it, find their way back home.
In heavier quantities, fear becomes its own disease.
Take a moment to test your endurance by walking the length it takes to get from your last calm moment until now.
Slow your thoughts until you can almost feel the world and all its people breathing.
When we look back in time’s rearview mirror, if we’ve learned nothing else about these days, may we be able to say we captured the tempest in our hands, held it to our hearts, and brought it to its knees with
an overwhelming dose of love.
When the calendar is nothing but storm clouds filled with sickness and disinformation.
When night is worry’s day and won’t let us sleep.
When isolation becomes its own disease.
When sudden unemployment and loss of business strike deep at wallets and the will to go on.
When hoarding supplies is more en-vogue than Post Malone.
When we must be our own mindful leaders because our current leader is unfit for the position.
When anguish and illness knock at our doors, when they have keys to our doors—
Let’s do our best to keep heart, keep humor, keep healthy.
During these days of self-imposed exile, be careful not to fall into fits of depression, don’t spend your time composing mood music for the dead.
Keep your mind clear, stay informed, don’t allow your thoughts to become a graveyard of propaganda.
Share song, wit, art & supplies. Be sure to wash your hands, but don’t whitewash your emotions.
Use this time for mindful self-reflection: connect with the tangibles & intangibles of your life, even if you have to wear a surgical mask in the process.
If you’re able to hug a loved one free of any sanitizers or barriers, do so. It’ll provide you with health & happiness beyond measure.
Offer compassion & understanding to those gripped by fear; these are strange days indeed.
Bodies may be ill, but the potential for courage, reflection & realignment are alive & well.
For some, freedom means owning fancy cars and traveling to faraway places.
For others, freedom means an uncensored press. For still others, the right to bear arms.
Freedom can mean a high academic degree and a well-paying job.
Freedom can mean creating art, music, writing, jewelry, dance, getting lost in a good book, movie, or drug trip.
Freedom can mean non-conformity, non-constraint in religion, or expression, the absence of a despotic government.
These days, freedom can simply mean remaining alive and healthy in your skin.
there is much to question / much to unquestion / much to love / much to unlove / know yourself first / then know the world / blow your own nose / but don’t blow your chances / if you remain too quiet, not even your own thoughts can hear you / there is much to learn / much to unlearn / much to touch / much to untouch / if you better understand the battle plans of the enemy within, you’ll know the mindfields of the enemy without / assess yourself / don’t make an ass of yourself / if you have a kind word, please share it / if you have to sneeze, politely keep it to yourself
Dreams flock in feathered droves, circling just above our heads.
Those born with a bull’s-eye for a third eye stand in the return line at the doors of creation.
Others pop still another quarter in love’s jukebox, playing songs that heal the spirit and break the heart.
All of us speak to one another and ourselves because a name turns to ash if no one calls it.
We unreaper these days so we can re-learn our dance.
We dance so our sweat can water the blooms.
We bloom so we can soon touch the sky.
Dreams change. Feelings change.
Water changes into vapor when heated.
A baby’s crawling changes to walking, then full-on running.
Seasons change. Diseases change.
Time changes most everything.
Prices change. Faces change.
Some things that don’t change: like how dogs will never be cats, or how yesterday will never be tomorrow.
Fashion changes. Technology changes.
A traffic light changes from green to yellow to red.
Friends change. Bodies change. So do minds.
Minds. Change. Change minds.
Change your mind for the better.