January 24, 2024

One of my quasi-sarcastic quips is “I won’t go to heaven for the things I did, but for what I didn’t do”. And that is particularly true these days, brothers and sisters. I won’t lie, I could jump to the top of a hill and howl for hours, crying and screaming, spitting and cursing, rolling around in the dirt nekkid. I’m hurting and angry, I’m sick of it all, humans are hopeless and terrifying, and I hate everyone HOWL.

So it’s a struggle to keep on the sunny side, as the little girls sing in O Brother Where Art Thou? When I feel this way I try not to freak and remember my love and affection for the humans and try to have compassion for their struggles. They need me to shine this little light of mine.

Though it may be a lil bit shady at times, jest a lil bit, I still love you.