Cart-carnage . . .

Dear you:

The first world tour for POTUS is over.  But not really.  This golf cart incident bothers me only a little bit; however, this bit is part of a continuing BIG LEAGUE state of bafflement.

Sir, can you not walk?  Get on the ground like other leaders.  Try it.  

I don't have an agenda against golf carts.  Why would I?  But this people-mover just keeps popping up in my life.  Right here in Inlet Beach, FL, the cartage carnage was on as every visitor and/or resident seemed unable to use his/her legs to travel the hundred or so feet to the beach.  Everywhere, these little carts enabling the out-of-body viewing experience.  It seems riders want to "see" and not "feel".  Disembodied eyes and mouths.  

Yet another moment of car-culture existence, extended into leisure.  

Dear neighbors and visitors:  Please hit the ground.  Move.  Feel it.  Once you feel it, I think you (we) might be viscerally connected to where you (we) are and why you (we) need to care.

Post-Memorial Day, I memorialize mobility in the flesh.

Move.

Love,

Joyce  

May . . . maybe . . . maybe not . . .

Dear you , . .

May 19, 2017!

Another missing chunk of blog entries, but I return on this notable day.

I was doing my weekly visit to Twitter and saw the hashtag for Endangered Species Day.   This adjusted my head, got me off the latest from Trump and the rapid-fire change of political realities.  (Yes, I said realities.  Those exist.)

Politics/people matter.  Duh.  But what about the gorgeous and even the not so gorgeous critters who live on our planet?  Little spinning blue marble, just keeps going around.  We come; we go.  But I suppose the movement to halt extinctions is more than an act of transference (sad we all die) or sentimentality.  It is a desire to be conscious and get inside those other skins.

Yes, some will say the panda is useless and we tend to fight for the cute species.  But we have to start somewhere, right?  Show me a panda (or a drowning polar bear) and I pull out my checkbook.  (Well, checkbooks are approaching extinction, but its a metaphor, sort of.)  Get inside those other skins.  

I want a world with these creatures, in the flesh.

Are we approaching the days when a giraffe will become a myth?  Imagine a not-so-brave new world, 2070; history and science are revised and the giraffe will be explained away. "No, little Mary, there were no giraffes.  Those creatures only existed in Disney movies and the fantasies of godless environmental liberals."

Are we approaching the days when WE will become myths?  "No, little Android Andy, there were no humans.  Those creatures only existed in the digital dreams of your cyborg ancestors."  

Something flesh and blood and true feels at risk every day . . . 

I perform my little human comedies on the daily  (tutoring, talking, moving merchandise around, working out, dealing with oldie-dental issues 😡, etc.) and feel the transience of that flesh and blood.

So, "happy" endangered species day to them and to us.

Get out your damn checkbooks:

Kisses - 

Joyce