The Furious Spinner

When I was a girl, I was a good soccer player for a short while. I was always right in the fray, trying to get a kick at that ball—meanwhile getting my shins kicked into a bloody pulp. After a while, my legs were so bruised and sore that I could not force myself to run back into the center of things. I wanted to go. But my legs wouldn't move.

This morning as I was sifting through articles on the web for a post, reading horror story after horror story, I suddenly felt the same way I had as a child: too bloody and bruised to jump into the fray this A.M. I was reading about Dresden and other atrocities of World War II, and I felt sick to my stomach. A normal response. So this morning, I know that you know terrible things have recently happened in Miami and you've already made a decision on what you will or will not do. You know Bush has hijacked our civil rights and the civil rights of the "detainees" and you have decided what you will or will not do. So this morning, I will give you a link to an interesting article about the history of Guatánamo Bay. It answers some questions I've had about this peculiar naval base. And that will be all of that.

The rain falls, and falls, and falls. A lovely cocoon. Perhaps I can go back to sleep and dream of the ocean—or being a whale. I have been longing for the ocean.

Did I tell you about the time I went to the ocean a couple of years ago while in a depression? Before I went, I did ceremony and asked the Universe for help. I had been miserable for so long, and I really needed some help! So we drove many hours to Bandon, where we used to live, and we walked along the beautiful beaches there. At one point, I walked through this tunnel, and something got caught on my shoe. I looked down in the semidarkness and saw it was some kind of seaweed, and I didn't want to touch the slimy stuff. So I kept walking in and out of the tunnel, trying to shake it off my foot. It wasn't going anywhere. Finally, I left the tunnel and went back to Mario, this long piece of seaweed clinging to me. In the light, I could now see it was kelp. I started laughing and held my arms out wide, "I said I needed help not kelp!" I laughed so hard that my depression was temporarily forgotten. The memory still gives me a giggle.

Have a great day. Walk with beauty.

Here's some light verse by Mario Milosevic to lighten your load today. It originally appeared in Light Quarterly, #39, Winter 2002-2003.

Seaside Lei

Windy ocean shore
Leaves you wanting more
Free time
To pursue the core
Of what folks call your
Sublime
Soul. Sit and think or
Have a good long snore:
The grime
Of the sandy floor
Is, I will implore,
No crime.

copyright © 2002 Mario Milosevic

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