I agree with Meg. She’s really identified the essence. Only thing that she missed is how sore my ass gets when I’m sitting and typing. When I’m writing and it’s really gushing, as often happens, I quit feeling my body. I’m just not there. Then the energy falls, and I’m back at the computer, looking around, dazed, as she says, with a numb arse. And weirdly, I often want to type more. The mind and the muse are willing but the energy says, “No, dude, you gotta stop.”
The Good Fight
Some mornings, you got no get up for the good fight.
You’ve been fighting the good fight so long, beginning when you were just little and didn’t understand what they meant by the good fight.
Now you’ve been fighting it across decades of living and you wonder if you ever understood what was meant by the good fight.
You look out toward the horizon and all you can see is a lifetime remaining of fighting the good fight.
The horizon don’t seem to get no closer.
You wonder what other people are fighting, and if you’re all fighting the good fight, who you fighting against?
Today’s Theme Music
It’s a Throwback Tuesday. I approached that with one song and two ways.
First up is Rebecca Roudman of Dirty Cello. I saw Dirty Cello perform this at the OSF Green Show a few years ago, and was so enamored, I share with you their cover of The Scorpions’ ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’.
Michael Seidel, writer 