A Journal of Sorts
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I want to meliorate (don't you?) come and invigorate (won't you?) won't you invigorate with new vitality come on don't hestitate, meliorate with me life's a gift, then you die... whatever they are small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, did you ever hold an eyedropper to a baby animal's mouth?... I went to a home-based wildlife shelter yesterday, driving some of the kids at work up for their community service... and great thing people do, turning their home and backyard into a shelter for orphaned and injured wildlife, nursing them until they are old enough to be set back into the wild... maybe the human scent on the critters does alter the ecological behavior, but we can hope it is for the better... I think... there is a voice in my head that questions the long term effects of human intervention in natural selection, but still... I still think there's good to come from bringing the human animal and other animals together for more than just eating or hunting... if only more humans cared about life more... it's something about symbiosis and connecting the energies of all matter, especially living matter... sharing the instinct, the senses beyond the five... maybe even meliorating (word for the day, huh?)... gives a whole new spin on anyone named Mel (pssst, I miss you... so much fire under the bridge... I probably should have just stayed a friend... hope you're ok and happy) J . o O ( still a tear slips through the smile ) O o . I used to be so much more into health and ethics and taking life very seriously than I am these days... I mean, I was a perfectionist... intensely so... I'm not like that now... I loved it when I had more energy and felt more in touch with everything... I also had a whole lot more stuff then and I enjoyed what I had, but I'm not sure which me I liked better... you?... . o O ( time passing again and again ) O o . and months later as I return tonight (as the sun also rises again) to try to finish these drafts at least for this month now long past, so many things have happened after this entry began and so many entries that follow this one have yet to be written, yet will be influenced by events that occurred after they begin... a nightmare ot tenses for any English professor, I'd imagine... no need for tension though, except, of course, for that tension that holds you together (don't go falling apart on my account... or any of my accounts, for that matter)... when you catch up to today, you'll find three different journal sites going at once, with two of the sites containing multiple journals... yes, someday this will all make sense to someone (and someday I'll spellcheck and linkcheck and hatcheck and gigglecheck every page)... until then... remember, everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end... it just doesn't always happen in the same order every time... espeically when it's shared... ready to meliorate yet? J |
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