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[openscarf]

I didn't know Harold Camping, Rapture Fail-guy, bilker, conman, (does 'grifter' fit?) was an Oak Lander until this past week.

I enjoyed the joking all week and everyone I know expressed similar sentiments that once the Rapture folks leave, we'll all have better times here. A Native American friend posted a very cool statement on FB about how it would have been nice to get Paradise back right here on 'mama earth.'

I was still in a little bit of the past yesterday, or fighting a cold or just the pictures in my head, nothing major, just what I've been writing about this past week.  This week, I could see myself  clearly in the car with the lunatic, felt the sadness and humiliation I felt then and in the now, I felt heaps of compassion for that woman, that me. I think it has to be honored somehow, you can't stuff it away 24/7, you can't go numb. Anyway, I've slept a lot, Friday night and yesterday, immediately after the usual errands.

At 6:05, my friend texted me, but by then I was kind of over the whole rapture disaster.  My body was so stiff from non-movement. I was 10 minutes into a yoga practice when there was a big thud or jolt, the cats scattered to the back of the apartment. Nothing swayed, there was no rumble, just a big jolt. I half thought someone dropped something heavy in the building, half wondered. I kept doing yoga. Two seconds later, same friend texted, did I feel that?

Holy shit! How funny was that?  It turned out to be a small 3.6 quake in the east bay. Here at least Mom Earth played a good joke.

I have to think about the Mississippi flooding, the round of murderous tornadoes, the wars known and unknown, people suffering daily from hunger, violence and poverty; this rapture fantasy and hell for the rest of us, couldn't have had much meaning for them.

In fortysomething I found myself over-defending Arnoldo's housekeeper because there was a weird judgmental thread going on. I don't like situations like that. 99 percent of it, we'll never know. He was a known womanizer his whole life. Didn't we all wonder (well to the extent that it crossed our minds) why Maria ever married him? It all came up when he ran for governor here. I figured it was sexual chemistry. Their kids seem awesome. The housekeeper fucked up and now the hell storm is on her. Humans fuck up and mostly do the best they can.

This morning is cool and foggy. I opened my fire-escape door to check the plants, they're all holding their own and the weather has been cool and rainy, so it looks like they're tough enough. I found a clear marble in the forget-me-nots container. Of course I wanted it to be a piece of a meteorite, a particle of a star, something from the universe.  I'm  pretending it is; and its some type of message left to me. One day I found an acorn shell, but no digging. It's nice having life back there. I'd love to have a garden-cam to see what was happening. I can't see it from any window, the window in the door is beveled.

And here comes the sun.

Comments

[yummydeb.livejournal.com]

Too funny about the wee quake!

I'm glad you've slept a lot and reflected and felt compassion for your former self - it seems entirely right to honor that, somehow. ♥

Here's to little fun surprises in the planters! Every now and then when I go wander the beach I find battered marbles, glass turned frosty by sand and waves and pebbles. I'm saving them so that I can put them all together on Etsy as "lost marbles" :-)

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

Hi! Thank you.

You know I've been thinking about your gorgeous photographs and the 'treasures' you're finding on the beach and I had an idea for you that you are completely free to reject, but I thought it would be cool if you made frames for some of your photos and decorated them with found objects, keeping with the theme of each pic and Highlands, etc. You could add a little story with each one if so inspired. A marble frame or piece would be adorable!

Anyway! We do need to sit with ourselves and comfort the inner vulnerable essence of who we are, don't we?

[yummydeb.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I've said it, but please feel free to 'steal' that icon if you like! I got it from somewhere on the 'net, so it's not an original of mine or anything (and even if it was, you would be more than welcome to it :-)).

Thank you for the lovely idea! I suspect that if I tried something like that it would end up looking like a macaroni picture from 3rd grade summer camp, though. I've thought of selling prints but would have to find a good printer (and make sure my photos were of print-quality). It's still bubbling away in the back of my mind...

[dadadadio.livejournal.com]

With the exception of the initial act with the Sperminator, I cannot imagine why the housekeeper would be a target of criticism. She made a mistake but it appears she's done the best she can raising her son without bringing the world to her doorstep .... until now. She could have ruined Arnold with a paternity suit. The media assault would heve been devastating to all involved. I don't know all the details but she could have done a lot worse.

Arnold will get what he deserves. As a father I can tell you this, his son is changing his name to Shriver is a deeply personal punishment. That hurts.

[wlotus.livejournal.com]

I have avoided the blame-Arnold's-housekeeper game all over the 'net. He is the one who broke a vow, not her. Besides, what on earth do her looks have to do with anything? It's usually the woman who gets made fun of in these situations, and that chaps my ass.

The kid in me who had the misfortune of growing up listening to Camping's madness on Family Radio was more than a little worried about all of that rapture bs. I had an awesome weekend, anyway.

[openscarf.livejournal.com]

I remember you writing about your evangelical past, I never heard of Family Radio even though it's in my current city. That must have been weird feeling the pull of his words. I'm glad you had an awesome weekend. :-)

[wlotus.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the pull of his words; my family never took Camping seriously, because we belonged to the "No man knows the day nor the hour" rapture camp. But every other Rapture message I had heard from ministers I did respect throughout my childhood and young adulthood came back to haunt me. It was most unpleasant.