This is the best time of my life.
I can meet the day with equanimity 
and do what needs to be done there 
without remorse or sorrow,
fear or anger about the reality 
of the dangers we all face with Trump and Company
at the helm.

This is what we get with stupidity, fear and greed
voting like they know what they are doing.
So we do the best we can to make things as good
as they can be and let that be that.
Without letting it get us down
and ruin what's left of our life.

Find what we can enjoy,
anyway, nevertheless, even so,
and enjoy all that can be enjoyed
about the future that remains.

I enjoy chocolate shakes and brownies.
Looking out the window
and having lunch with our daughters,
grandchildren,
and great grandchildren 
for as long as that is an option.

Make your own list
and live the life that is left to live!

When we live intuitively
out of our own authority
we live out of the center of who we are,
grounded in our sense of what's what
and what is called for
in each situation as it arises.

Neither the Buddha nor Jesus could do more.

Reading the times 
and responding to them
with the best we have to offer
out of our original nature,
our innate virtues
(What we do best and enjoy doing most).
our inherent imagination
and our intrinsic intuition,
is all the can be asked of anyone.

In addition to this,
it is the way of wild things,
doing what needs to be done.  

Every living thing has preferences.
And the preferences of every living thing
are eventually blocked by their circumstances,
which includes the conflicting preferences
of other living things.

This is what war is about.
The collision of preferences.

It is also what breakfast is about.
Lunch and dinner.

It could be said that life is about
the collision of preferences.

Making our peace with that 
is the mark of a mature,
well-adjusted individual
through all species and life forms
everywhere.

It is the way.
And it is pretty much a dumb-ass way.
If you think about it,
I am sure you will agree.

Some thing's life
requires some other thing's death.

Who thinks, "That's cool!"?

Where do we go to file a protest?

Life is the dumbest idea 
in the encyclopedia of ideas.

I am flummoxed and agog.

And am sure that I have plenty of company
throughout my fellow species over time.

I do hope there is something spectacular 
about death that compensates us royally
for being forced to participate in this 
ludicrous process.

We have to suffer the truth of how things are, and live to engage the world with lovingkindness, anyway, nevertheless, even-so.

We may sit in emptiness, stillness, silence,
waiting for the mud to settle and the water to clear,
but this is only bidding our time.
it is not quitting.

We gather ourselves in the silence,
and when the way appears,
we rise and do what is called for
as servants of the force of intuition
leading us to action in the field of action,
as has been done by all who have gone before us
when the game is afoot.

Who says so?
Whose word is the law?
By what authority do they determine
that they are the authority?
Who get to interpret Jesus and/or Buddha?
Who gets to say
"My view of Jesus/Buddha 
is the authorized version of Jesus/Buddha!"?

There are a lot of ideas circulating about Jesus/Buddha, etc.
Who knows what they are talking about?
How can we be sure?

I'm thinking one person's view is as good as another's,
in that we are talking about sketchy evidence
between 2,500 and 3,000 years old.

Talk about hearsay! That's some hearsay there,
claiming to be the last word.

The Cosmos is waiting things out
as time goes by.
It's as good as it gets
for a survival strategy
moment by moment, day by day.

The Buddha called it
"Peaceful abiding, here, now."

Lao Tzu said, "Do your work and step back,
let nature take its course."

No striving.
No pushing.
No going to war.
Just waiting things out
as time goes by.

See what is called for
and do what needs to be done about it.
With the gifts at your disposal,
that you are here to serve and to share.

Living out of emptiness, stillness, silence,
sizing things up and rising to do
what is called for,
then dropping back into the silence,
to see, rise and do.

Moment by moment, day by day.

No striving.
No pushing.
No going to war.
Just waiting things out
as time goes by. 

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The country has been shocked and confused
by Trump's take-over of the government,
but the eruptions cannot be long off.

When people get it,
the betrayal and anger will find outlets,
Trump will jump to play the military
in the streets card,
and it will be dicy for a while
with Hamas-like terror groups sprouting overnight,
and shootings/bombings in the suburbs and inner-cities.
Without a dependable emergency-response network,
and a crumbling infrastructure nation-wide,
we will be living in the Third World
undone at how fast it happened.
And Trump will be king of the rubble.

At least, that's the dream that woke me up
fifteen minutes ago.

I can't wait for it to go away.

What's stopping us from doing it
like we would do it?

Living, that is.
Living like we think life ought to be lived.
What's stopping us from doing it like we would do it?
How different would that be from the way we are doing it?

Take it into the emptiness, stillness, and silence
and see what emerges there as suggestion or urgency.
What is called for?
What keeps it from happening?
Listen in the silence.
See where it goes.

It is all practice.  
Every day is another dress rehearsal.
We are working to improve our improvisation.
To see what's what
and to know what is called for
in order to respond with our original nature,
our innate virtues--the things we do best
and enjoy doing most,
and our inherent imagination
and intrinsic intuition.

In dancing with our circumstances
and living in synch with the force
at work in each here, now
to do what needs to be done
as a blessing and a grace upon all that is,
now and forever. Amen.

What's to become of all the wildlife refuges
when Trump fires all the workers?
For what? To take the money saved from all those salaries
and dole it out as tax cuts to individuals and cooperations.
What kind of man would do that?
How good is the good Trump calls good?
What is it good for?
Whose good is served by the good Trump calls good?

Trump has no sense of how things need to be.
He only cares for how he wants things to be.
When did Trump ever do what was right
at the expense of what he wanted?

Trump is a spoiled baby who never grew up.
It is too late now.
How many people would take back their votes
and give them to Kamala Harris?

And if they wouldn't, what kind of people does that make them?
What kind of people would keep Trump in office?

There is a sense in which cluelessness 
characterizes my life.
But, I also see wisdom at work in knowing--
and trusting my knowing--
what to say yes to 
and what to say no to.

So it's been a cluelessness innocence at work
and not a clueless striving.
I didn't push my way anywhere.
Just walked through open doors.
And I don't know how I could have done better.
I am happy to have been lucky,
and glad to be where I am.

My plan for the future 
is to sit looking out the window
and doing what is called for.

I could sit looking at these Appalachian Mountains
and not have to go see what's on the other side.
I call that contentment.