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Friday, February 5, 2021 - daily column #6659
Winter returned.
Not fierce.
Nor windy.
Characteristic, this time of year.
Recent months, except countable days, mild.
Life, non-stop distraction-filled, no more than usual, I suppose. Little, if any, is NEWS – brain candy for idle minds, social media, and day-trader-frenzied folk telling what’s hot, what’s not, who is protesting in which country’s streets, revealing whose indiscretions are investigated, which derisive thought goes viral and whose vaccine leadership is interrogated.
Tune in tomorrow, more of the same …
Overwhelmingly, good news swiftly sprays, bad news frightens, and propaganda infects.
Mitch Kapoor’s quote: “Getting information off the internet is like taking a drink from a fire hydrant.” – words from a slower time. Niagara says it better.
We choose whether we tune-in.
My cynic’s view wonders about news we ought to have, hidden from scrutiny beneath umbrellas of government and corporate concealment.
What can we do but steer straight, keep our head on tight, responsibly push forward, do some good, keeping our attitude and noses above water, and our relationships robust and wholesome?
My internal navigational system says, “write.”
Right.
Write some more.
Wake up, work, write, work, and write some more. Many famous quotable phrases attributed to multiple authors (they shared the idea) say: “I write to find out what I think.”
Right. Right-on. Write-on.
I’ve never been more convinced this is truth.
Not just for writers on white wintry mornings.
Witnessing whiteness while writing, flawless for mind-framing – fresh flakes falling alliteratively on previous days accumulation, white quilt lay atop white blankets upon white sheet covered white mattress – soothing jazz piano playing in my background.
Fresh, strong dark roast coffee in the pot.
Perfection.