This morning I sat in Chairy-Chair to sip coffee and languish in Retirement Panoply, the one wherein the day's wishes are irritatingly welded to the day's tasks . The dream that had awakened me was already fossilized , more of "the same old same old" that's caused me the distress of self-questioning . You quidz* know what it's like to await PERFECT Conditions, the ones that will GUARANTEE the Results you WANT {Pray-for, Hope-for and DESIRE} . More often than Less often , the Conditions RARELY {if EVER} arrive and with them magical Incentive .
DURING Recitations this surfaced ---> There's "woke" and then there's 'BROKE' ' . 'Broke' 'is short for 'broken' . I settled deeper into Chairy-Chair's lap and "turned it over".
For months now I have been "holding" the Question of American Unity, specifically the HOW of How the fuck can we >as a NATION< "Come Together" ? I have called for CONSCRIPTION -- to Conscript ALL High School Grads for a 2 Year Service to America . This is its own topic for MANY blogs but today it is merely 'back-burner' stove-top simmer .
I have a vast storehouse of Children's book and literature but I have declined to enter the Kiddie Lit Realm because it is SOOOO rewarding for me AND it makes me believe that I ACTUALLY have good things to offer from that dire Realm of Self-Indulgent Happy-Ness* .
Here's where 'broke' ' enters .
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