Oh those Buddhists that insist we can be calm when the ship keeps rocking and rolling and dipping and swaying so much we all feel like puking overboard.  Dizzy with election, Saturn opposed Uranus, suicides, financial ruin, personal insecurity and the change of seasons too.

When it rains, it just rains.  When leaves and dirt and mud get tracked into the house, I just have to clean it.  Then it happens again.  Cycles of on/off, in/out, republican/democrat, success/failure, life/death.

But if we get comfortable with it–then what?  Do we die when we’re bored or “satisfied” with uncertainty?  Does Siddhartha just get cross-eyed and wish he had a pizza, a beer and a good college football game to scream at?

That’s why I like the idea of god-faces.  They are so much more fun than neutral-zone flat lined comfort.  Of course, I could be in for a whole shit-ful more lives thinking like that.  Oh well.  Maybe next time I’ll suffer through being rich and famous. ha.

Right now I am thrilled to be aware that no matter if the pendulum goes this way or that, if it stalls in the middle, if history is in the making or if we are doomed to repeat it, I can laugh at the teeter-totter and have fun with it.

The leaves are bright flags, the sun and clouds are playing tag, we are laughing at illogic, and I am that I am.