Do you want the good news first, or the bad news? Oh wait, there is no good news. I can’t take this much longer; it seems like every time I turn around there’s something so wrong with the world that I don’t know how we’ll ever make it right again. I feel like Dorothy, only instead of Kansas, I’m in hell: fire, treason, and vandals, oh my!
We have vandals in my neighborhood. And not just your typical teenage gargoyles who walk around with bad hair, angst, and the attitude that accompanies that lovely right-of-passage time in life. I’m talking about grand theft auto and criminal mischief. Also, keep an eye out for twin plastic bunnies, about yay high, that plug into the wall and stare you down with their cute and terrible smiles. They were happily living outside, waiting for the next occasion to light up the party, when someone with a heart of darkness stole them. If you, or someone you know, took the bunnies, please return them now with no questions asked. Because if you don’t, and any of my neighbors attend a house party where the twins are prominently displayed, you can expect repercussions— and not just of the karmic kind. (Just kidding, sort of.)
Karma’s got her hands full right now. I do believe what goes around comes around, especially on a larger scale than stealing electric twin bunnies. I believe karma adjusts for scale, which could make the finale of the current administration’s shitshow exceptionally loud and grotesque. As a nation, we’ve been playing just the tip for over a year and a half now. Obviously, the plan is to desensitize Americans so that we all lie down and let the dictatorship (coal-fired) train roll in to the station. And when dealing with Baby POTUS, karma may take even longer than usual because he has no accountability for his actions. But we cannot give up. I can barely care what he’s up to anymore, but if we look away (or move to Europe) it will take generations to get back the ground lost. Each and every time the matryoshka doll tries to see how much he can get away with, we must be there to stand our ground and chase back the greed and corruption rollin’ through our towns.
Speaking of rollin’ through town, there’s more bad news; we almost lost Basalt, Willits and El Jebel to fire. As I stood on my deck at night, watching the flames that were reported to be over 70 ft. high, I just kept thinking Thank you. Thank you to karma, to the gods and goddesses, sure, but mostly to the firefighters. What an incredible job they did, and continue to do, to protect our homes and businesses. It’s amazing how quickly one’s priorities can change when faced with real disaster. Animals seem to get it, in fact, they seem to be way ahead of us when it comes to most basic life canons. Excluding humans, is there greed in nature? Ruthlessness, sure, but full-on greed?
I can’t help but worry for the animals and their loss of habitat, (once again due to humans) but I trust in nature to set them up with a sweet new condo in Eagle County. Similar to the way I know it will all work out for us in the end, so if it’s not alright, then it’s not the end. It’s hard not to focus on all of our problems, and I get sucked into the eddy of day-to-day more bad news… but once in a while I can pull my head up and glimpse our potential for empathy and compassion and love. And when I do, it is astounding.
When our friends were evacuated and showed up at 3:30 in the morning with their dog in the car, I realized that when you boil it all down, life is about the living. None of the inanimate objects that money can buy, which we think we love and need, carry joy with them. It is in- and up to- us. Except for those plastic twin bunnies, I know they continue to bring joy and terror wherever they go.