January Blues

He became President again, but I’ll not say his name. 

I’ll not excite the algorithm and send my clicks his way.

I’ve removed him as a topic from my news feed.  And his wives and many children.

Even in jest, I will not make a comment about his Comic-Con inauguration, nor will I open an article which features him.  Calling him a super villain negates the felons he is guilty of, and I will not repeat a phrase he uses this term.

The only power I have over him, is to not donate my attention to him, in a basket of fruit and flowers.  I will not promote the crimes he was not punished for, nor call him words such as “unlikeable”.

Instead, I lovingly give my attention to the wind and wondering if the robins that visit my garden, have enough hedgerow to shelter from the storm.  One day the garden will reveal itself.  Or will it? 

Maybe the best we can hope for, is that we cause no harm.  Give money to Amnesty, volunteer with Tidy Towns, exercise, travel sustainably, buy less shit.

The Achilles Heels of all billionaires is their surprising lack of imagination.  A super yacht isn’t enough, but that they want a super yacht with a golden ceiling and a helicopter pad.  The helicopter that comes with the super yacht must have a drinks cabinet on board, and this cabinet must hold the best champagne in the world, and if it doesn’t, then the dream is dismayed. 

All this, and more.

More, more, more.

Stay out of this domain, where satisfaction never comes and do not let his shadow cast over your sun.  You are a child of this universe, and here due to millions of years of evolution – millions of moments where your blood line could have ceased, but here you are.  A direct line back to the first people who lived!  And before that again.

To those who made stories on horse backs and fought enemies and had friendships and love.

This is your cave now, decorate wisely.

Read, listen to music, watch films on Netflix and enjoy the January blues that we see so often on these bright crisp mornings.  We are so lucky, so blessed and it’s so enormously wonderful.  Don’t let them make you think that it’s all lost – as it’s not.

It’s all very much to play for.