Frankly, I’m astonished and grateful that we are still here, intact, at least in my town, my neighborhood. As if the accelerating chaos enveloping the planet does not exist! I still do my centering practices daily (yoga, chikung,taichi), still walk 3-4 miles with puppy Shadow each day, still compose a near-daily post for this website, still work on my archival project most afternoons, still work in the garden about an hour late afternoons. What’s changed for me is my son Colin, his ongoing Catastrophe, which began August 16 with two operations on ascending and descending branches of his aorta, and which at this point is showing a definite upward trajectory, despite his paraplegic state and often excruciating nerve pain. If interested, see my daily caring bridge posts documenting Colin’s healing journey.

Oh, and once in a while I get out, lately for uplifting choral concerts. For example, 5 pm this evening, at the Unitarian Universalist Church: Novis Vocae, “Six Degrees of Separation.”

This meme trail reflects nuggets from daily (nightly) internet dives (about four hours), which I forgot to mention.

Let’s start with a bang, shall we?

Yep. Q: “There will come a time when they cannot walk down the street.”

Then there’s this. Q: “We are saving Israel for last.”

Might it be true? Really? Is this weird, confusing, horrific war the final failing global false flag meant to corral us all (those who don’t die) into 15-minute cities and transmogrified into transhuman bots?

And then, on the domestic front, frankly, it’s getting a bit boring . . .

Okay, okay. It looks bad, indeed terrible, out there. So how can I feel so centered, full, aware, blessed, here at home, given the  maelstrom out there? Truth is, there are indeed times  . . .

And if your fear, like mine, tends to masquerade as anger, then this!