Watch this space...


 

Friday 7 February 2025

1600 hrs – Kekaha Town, Kaua’i Island

I find myself sitting here in front of the computer, not really knowing what the frak I want to do next...if anything. ME is an energy drainer, and has put me on “Empty” today, but intensely focused on what has transpired in the past few days, and particularly yesterday and today. Still, it’s all I can do to just stay more or less alert; the more or heavier the stressor (can be physical or mental), the more severe the reaction. Sometimes the reaction won’t manifest for a day to a month. It’s called PENE within the ME dx, or Post Exertional Neuroimmune Exhaustion, and it is running my life.

The events since last week in our national (and other) “politics” are something that, as I’d mentioned some time ago, were prevalent in my meditations. They are, however, moving at a much faster rate than anyone seems to realize, or that I had even envisioned.

I’m taking the weekend (assuming there’s no civil or world war by then) to try to reorganize and clarify what I feel needs to be said, and maybe get more rest (LOL).

In the meantime, I strongly suggest you read Malcolm Nance’s notes in Substack.

So...I’ve got maybe three choices. One is to just STFU and try to not feel anything; second would be to become a hermit. Third would be to make a clear statement as to who I am, what I want, and what I see really needs attention...and requires action, beyond what has happened at this point. I may not have the physical energy to do much real activity. What I would hope to do is just get folks to really think about what’s happening, whether they happen to see things the same way as I or not.

So, I’m taking Door #3. I have to have a mission...it’s how I’m wired. I owe a great deal to the folks on this island, whom have exhibited love, forgiveness, and hard-ass determination all at the same time, for over 25 years.

Watch this space...if you want. 

-30-

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Turn right at the first star, then on ‘til morning...

Image
  Turn right at the first star, then on ‘til morning... Clinton, IA 1951 – Early August - Age 3 These were fairly stable times; the last world war had been over for some six years, but now we needed to cope with another “police action” that was rapidly becoming a full-out war that was called Korea. The economy, though, was strong. Not many troops were actually getting called to deploy to Korea at that time. Otherwise, money was stable, we had enough to eat, we kept our two vehicles in decent shape, and helped others when we could. I had a (mini) tank bicycle, and a white collie named Snowball. As I’ve mentioned earlier, I’d devoured the Britannica in less than six months. It was simply my idea of cool fun to read adult-level, post-grad science content. We had subscriptions to National Geographic and Life magazines, as well as the New York Times (in those days it was actually delivered either by hand by local carriers, or by USPS). I asked Mom if I c...
Read more

“It is a good day to die…” Or...how I got my call sign...

Image
  I can remember a time in the early 1960s when a purported quote from Chief Crazy Horse was making the rounds of the “coconut wireless” (today it’s the Internet). When faced with defeat, he supposedly said, “It is a good day to die!” with the implied meaning that he was being brave. Well, that’s not quite right. Yes, he was brave. No question. But, as explained to me by an Apache elder in ‘59, and later confirmed by an elder Lakota friend, the phrase is actually pronounced (more or less) “Ho-ka-hay.” The meaning is that, because we do not know the time of our going “end of watch,” we should live each day of our life as if it could be our last. Nothing for which to have to tender apology...no regrets. I sort of equate the concept to Camus’, “I live my life as if there was a God, and so if I find at the end that there really is a God, no worries.” The converse, of course, is that you live your life as if there is not a God, only to find at the end that there r...
Read more
Image
Crossing the Rubicon...Again. Why, you might say? That is, if you’re awake and understand the basic meaning of the phrase. I published a small essay a few months ago about crossing the Rubicon, as it was really appropriate to the situation at large at that time. Therefore (LOL), I should not be attempting to “go for broke” more than once. There’s an extensive philosophical meaning to that phrase as well, from the Korean War. After these few weeks of meditation, introspection, and hard work toward finding a level of relative peace for whatever time I have left, the decision (or, lack of choices…) is to write until I can’t write anymore. I really don’t know if what I’ve got to say is worth the read for any particular person, and unless the reader makes a comment, I won’t know if they’ve even visited the site. There is zero monetization in my work, and I don’t share any info about who may (or may not) be reading my high-level tripe. My blog site does not collect any ...
Read more