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Mixed Mind

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It’s a battle to maintain a positive, hopeful outlook amid a pandemic that our government has failed to effectively manage, which has our economy teetering on the brink of collapse. Meanwhile, Cyndie’s garden extravaganza can be described as nothing but a bountiful success and our new brood of rambunctious chicks inspire visions of a wonderful future.

My mood of the moment has been swinging wildly between hope and despair.

Federal secret police snatching protesters in Portland? The White House disrupting coronavirus reporting to the CDC? What is our government up to and why does there seem to be no way to enact checks and balances that once protected our democracy? Why is it that the current President has been allowed to keep his financial interests secret all this time?

Last night we lucked out once again in the stormy weather lottery. We were spared even a hint of destructive wind in the moments after warnings and radar images indicated a tornado was headed in our direction. We have yet to hear any reports of whether the vicinity around us was impacted negatively.

I can report the lightning bolts flashing dramatically in the clouds overhead were more frequent and numerous than I have ever witnessed before in my life. The constant rumble of distant thunder never once appeared to match the immediate flashes occurring directly above our location which baffled my understanding of the way things work.

I cannot fathom what actual energy was at play to generate such a dazzling display of countless electrical arcing bolts without the usual accompanying impacts of typical thunder. Just one night prior, we suffered two BOOM!s of thunder that scared me into a clench of inadvertent reaction that lasted three times as long as the explosion of thunder itself. The worst of those incidents surely was one that struck somewhere close enough that light and sound were simultaneous.

I can’t say for sure because I was attempting to be asleep at the time.

The warming of our planet assuredly is unleashing greater intensity of local storms, but each time we escape unscathed I feel a moment of hope that our destruction is not imminent. Tornadoes can be devastating, but they can also be relatively precise as to the areas of impact.

That is a little like deciding to raise free-range chickens in an area that includes foxes, coyotes, possums, skunks, feral cats, occasional passing mountain lions, neighboring dogs, and marauding raccoons.

It mixes my mind.

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Written by johnwhays

July 19, 2020 at 9:57 am

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  1. Re:It mixes my mind. That is what makes life a mind game: Linda K. once talked of discovering the place in the eye of the storm: sound advice to find that place of no-sound…:-) Listen to one of America’s true greats interpreting this for us: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6cgIWU53uE .

    Ian Rowcliffe

    July 22, 2020 at 3:36 am

    • Thanks, Ian. Sometimes, the quieter it gets, the more sounds we are able to hear.

      johnwhays

      July 22, 2020 at 5:57 am

      • Well, it is difficult to shut out the echoes of the universe, which may be reassuring in terms of the vastness of it all and the foolishness of the moment. It would tell us that this too will pass… has to pass.

        Ian Rowcliffe

        July 22, 2020 at 11:25 am

      • Vast, and foolish. I concur.

        johnwhays

        July 22, 2020 at 7:11 pm


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