Summer of Sobriety
Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. Refraining from cruelties cradles empathy. We’re pronto scarfing one helluva calamity sandwich. Actually, suffice to say, there’s hardly a nutrient getting through due to all the choking (analogy to far too many souls most certainly intended). This uproarious ride renders us looking for a lifting of our falsely-esteemed inflated USA country. Wrought with illegalities, we’ve gained stature amidst ages of antics marked by such wrong-doing. The equivalent of an infant moving into using its voice to form relatable words, life around us seems it might be ready to listen… finally. Faced with a summer of sobriety we may turn our stigmas into passages of loving relief. As the whole of our globe keeps spinning its routine, although moreover amplifying that whirling gyration especially during 2020s inebriation, it’s high time we habituate gluttony getting in massive shape.
If you want resurrection, you must have crucifixion. ~Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion
We must be wicked smart and capable of blaming our crassness. There’s oddity seeing beach scenery hues amidst roller-coaster views that we’ve likely imprinted prior with flying grace. We’ve gotten away with murder. Literally ~ over and again, again, again. We’ve enslaved only to moan ‘poor me’ when we’re far from the ones in need. Yet, many are now reacting with shocking waves of convulsion pulsing colors that don’t quite match the familiar colors: unsettled blue, gross green, rageful red, and noble black. Today’s Juneteenth could ultimately be our pivot point. This girl can hope. Find yourself impelled to the rapt glances of logic mixed amongst eyes of those you know well to those anew you’ve dared to meet. Consider well the wars on the internet raging against the backdrop of our backyards, but playing us with the green screen ‘reality’. There is no correct sleeping. Awake is the singular option.
In order to create proper dreaming, everyone shall strut with equality. Minds of generational trauma are fluttering their wings among us begging for redemption. Instead of roving from stages of disillusionment, I think our echos of a past unresolved can become vows of history-making chastity. On the heels of pragmatic knottiness tying up our (USA) country’s integrity, not to mention the global repercussion of similarity, we shall overcome purely by birthing a new nation. Same as the honeymoon phase of a budding romance, we are ripe for falling too fast solely for the loud exchanges of frivolity’s gifts. Yet, it’s the work, the grime beneath the heavy-petting, which solidifies decryption of the bloated hormonal mania. Maiming ought to be conserved for things like words. Let us collectively cringe as a society. Worn by each instance we shrugged off topics from slavery to any other inhumane second. On this carousel of life, we should be cheering the rippling risks of soberness.
Hold a hand. Cry on a shoulder
Whistle in the wind and open up your eyes
And feel again ~Vintage Trouble, Not Alright By Me
Here are the rules: love. Don’t ever stop loving. I want to learn the gustiest love in all of the forms it can ever be expressed. For any crazy she exhibits she multiples this by thousands into the arc of how many heartbeats she thumps just for her beloveds. Love, love, against the dying of the light! Be love, share love, promote more love. End your confidence with crafting piss poor decisions. Claim persistence in dusting off the explosive shrapnel when knocked down. But, also, not letting it take over the moment, a conversation, nor the rest of your, nor anyone else’s, survival. Be as unforgettable as a warm quilt tucked around you fireside as you’re sipping that hot toddy with a person who’s your forever. Exhibit dangerous generosity for any brave colors to creeds. Inclusionary tactics are how we’re able to breathe. Be the barreling force others can count on for courageous implications. Determination to venture farther than you’ve ever deemed possible before into caring is your hymn to play on.
We’re all called to wake up in very different ways. Merriam-Webster is just stirring to redefine ‘racism’. Sadly, some of us will rouse on the other side of this living thing. When those who’re ripped from their plans here with us, I keep wishing we’ll have done enough that their peering down upon us gives them tinges of honor, pride, a lack of mental weight gain, and principally a space for reevaluation. Taking reflection into account that all the inches of what one was doing on earth amounted to a cathartic movement is surely ‘something’ in the cosmic course of enlightenment. So, if you haven’t already, it’s time to begin a relationship with your heart. You’ll need this for your indubitable worth. You’ll want this to fasten the glamour of true romance into every finer filament of your anatomically all-encompassing fascia. Sobriety is not merely rational. Its sanity is born to those yielding benign consolation for themselves and their fellow humans.
May dignity find its duration within every single one of us.
