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Moon missed in the mist

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I forgot to make a plan.
Not that plan— I voted, and requested my ballot by mail in a timely fashion. Completed and returned it, even managing the surprise requirement that I had to have two (TWO!) witnesses? What’s a half hermit to do?
I found salvation from that little hiccup when the property caretaker neighbor came up to check on me, and he said he and his wife would be happy to help.
I met them at the mailbox, and mission completed, dropped that postage affixed sucker in there. Next day I registered at vote.org, and was assured by email and a subsequent postcard my ballot had been received, was verified, and waiting to be counted.
I did my little get out the vote (GOTV, like I needed to spell that out for anyone) part and completed my postcards, composing my messages and printing them carefully, mailing them in groups according to the timeline provided, until they were all delivered.
Every phone call I made, I made sure to engage the helpful person on the other end and encourage them to vote— sometimes hilariously so, if I may be so bold. Those are the conversations that will be memorable, after all, and I am nothing if not a complete idiot savant with a hermit inclined twist when on a mission.
Yet all day yesterday I was out of sorts and somewhat at odds with myself, the universe, and everything. I had scoped out the best vantage point for witnessing the last full lunar eclipse of 2022 (and for more than three years hence!) this morning, early— and even managed the pretty piss poor shot of her emerging from behind the mountains I face as I sit at the computer.
They’re not visible at the moment— the fog at 3 a.m. was thick as cream of onion soup. By 4 a.m. it was thicker still. I think I may have sourced the moon’s shadowed form as an unrecognizable blob around 5 a.m. I had the eerie feeling I wasn’t in my right mind as I was physically enveloped in a smoky haze that smelled only clean, making my steps unsure. I could clearly see four bright stars that persevered to penetrate the mist, but my view was nowhere near the inspiration I’d mentally hyped it to be.

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What a change of perception a misty morning makes, the cat is of course indifferent

Even now the atmosphere out in the ranging great outdoors is impenetrable beyond 100 feet or so. So much for the clear skies prediction. Did this shit emanate from the ground? Yikes!
So, here it is, election day, we’ve gotten here at last, and I am without a plan.
Not only that, I’m all over the place emotionally.
I spent $160 on books and music, shopping online, but doing that last minute isn’t really helpful for today, is it? And now I’ve the resultant guilt over that unbudgeted expenditure.
I spilled my french toast batter and yelled at it. 
 
I hear Manchester Orchestra’s All That I Really Wanted sound out plaintively from the playlist and I sob.
My stomach aches, and the now unblemished span of azure that hovers above me leaves me in an astonished weeping heap. 
 
Yet and still, some small faint hope, a reminder plays. 
Sliding on the shimmering surface between two worlds
Standing at the center of time as it uncurls
Cutting through the veil of illusion
Moving beyond past conclusions
Rendering all doubt and confusion clear
If I could be anywhere
If I could be anywhere
If I could be anywhere right now
I would want to be here
Hard to believe, I know— but really, what choice do we have?

And the world can't take it very much longer
And we won't make it 'less we're smarter and stronger
The world's going to shake itself free of our greed somehow
And the world can't take it, that you can see
If the oceans don't make it neither will we
The world's going to shake itself all the way free somehow
If I could be anywhere
If I could be anywhere in time
If I could be anywhere and change the outcome
It would have to be now

Jackson Browne,
If I Could Be Anywhere lyrics © Swallow Turn Music

Emphasis, mine—sigh

Perfectly consonant with this timely reminder

You are the crown of creation
You are the crown of creation
And you've got no place to go
Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for
In the only way that it's granted
In a place among the fossils of our time
In loyalty to their kind
They cannot tolerate our minds
In loyalty to our kind
We cannot tolerate their obstruction
Life is change
How it differs from the rocks
I've seen their ways too often for my liking
New worlds to gain
My life is too survive
And be alive for you
Aah

Paul Kantner, © O/B/O Capasso, Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing

and finally—

At the edge of consciousness
Where the lines they start to fade
Where the spirit goes undressed
Of all malice and brocade
At the edges, silvery edges
Where the mirror it bends and stretches
Past the edges of this world
Where the waters crash and curl
Take me down, take me down
Davey Jones yeah, take me down

David Gray Mark / James Justin Hallawell / Keith Anderson Prior / Neill Maccoll / Robert Malone
© BMG Rights Management, Della Blue Music LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

It’s all good, all is wonderfully well—  it’s gonna be all right

Tell me how you’re doing. What’s engaging your energy today and in the days of not knowing yet to come?

Hang in there with me, please? Thank you!


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