Random musings on a rainy Saturday morning
I awoke to a rainy morning in Asheville. Not that we can’t use it. It’s been an exceptionally dry summer, at least until the last week or so. Global warming. It’s everywhere.
As usual, I went downstairs to feed the five feline members of our family. Shonnie sometimes handles this, but she’s at the BlogHer Conference in Chicago this weekend (Yes, I am enjoying some solitude. And I’ll really be glad to see her when she gets back tomorrow afternoon.). Anyway, feeding the kitties. And in the dim light of early morning, stepping in a small pile of cat poop. Despite my annoyance, I guess I’ll have to take some responsibility for this. While the male cats typically go outdoors (via the cat door at the rear of our home) to “do their business,” the females frequently use the litter boxes, the ones that I had neglected to clean for a few days. So my guess is that one the fastidious females was trying to tell me something. Message received, girls.
Then to my morning meditation. It’s been good to get back into it the past three or four weeks after a long lapse. Lynne McTaggart, in her book The Intention Experiment, 
extols the benefits of meditation in effectively using the power of intention to manifest one’s reality. And the reality I’m going for right now is excellent physical health, total wellness, fitness and strength. So I saw myself doing the things I love to do—playing handball with grace and ease, rapidly running the nearby mountain trails, riding my bike around town. And I visualized my body literally glowing with health and vitality. Having done that for over a week, I now feel close to 100 percent after having some viral illness that’s really slowed me down for much of July.
Intimations of Tricky Dick
I awakened with a nagging concern for my country. True, everything Bush has touched the past few years has turned to shit. His karma finally catches up with him and that’s been gratifying to see. I guess if he’d kept his job as the glad hander for the Texas Rangers, we wouldn’t have gotten to clearly discern what we absolutely don’t want in a president. But I’m ready for this national nightmare to be over. My concern is, however, that Bush will try to pull a rabbit out of the hat in his last 18
months. He’s already shown contempt for us, for our Constitution, for Congress, for the UN and for the world by starting an illegal war, spying on whomever he sees fit, imprisoning and torturing prisoners picked up willy nilly, turning the Justice Department and other government agencies into arms of the Republican Party . . . I could go on.
Remember when someone was following Nixon around in the White House during his last weeks there? Members of his staff were afraid that he might nuke the USSR or do something equally insane to rally Americans behind him and stave off the impeachment proceedings that were revealing bad nastiness in the man and in his administration. I wonder if someone in the current White House has the testicular fortitude to play that role today.
I wouldn’t put it past Bush to (a) bomb the hell out of Iran or encourage Israel to do it for us, (b) escalate the war even further in Iraq in response to an insurgent offensive similar to the Tet offensive in Vietnam, (c) scare us into submission with threats of or an actual terrorist attack on American soil, (d) top all of this off by declaring a national emergency and using the powers he recently put into place to declare martial law and silence all dissent, perhaps by rounding up many of the dissenters and putting them in detention camps. Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get me.
Pissing in the wind
Given that I’ve got a benign enlarged prostate causing me to need to urinate more frequently than I once did, the world is my toilet. I know the location of all the best restrooms in Asheville, and on trips I pee on the side of the highway, behind buildings, in cornfields, wherever. But a question reoccurred to me the other day as I was using the urinal at Jubilee Community Church (one of my favorites in the downtown area). I relieved myself, as usual, during the Old Testament reading. Now I hadn’t gotten any urine on my hands. I’d just taken a shower that morning, so I was clean all over. There was no handle to flush the waterless urinal. So, why did I feel compelled to wash my hands?
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Hi Bruce, I too am deeply concerned about the power this president has taken while Congress has just watched. There are so many issues to be concerned about but many just keep on shopping and sleeping walking there way through life. We need people to wake up, to be conscious, to decide they can make a difference. Then find an issue that matters to them and kick up a storm of activity to make positive things happen.
My purpose is peace and have a website with positive messages for peace t-shirts at www.peace-together.com
I also have a daily blog that encourages the best in people and has peace, purpose, consciousness and compassions as the primary focus of my writing at www.explorelifeblog.com
Keep up your writing and help people find themselves, their purpose, their passion and make a difference in the world
Peace and purpose to yoy,
Joseph
Comment by Joseph Bernard — August 2, 2007 @ 10:43 pm