For Most Of Us It's Difficult To Imagine A World In Which....

I took these photos a couple of days shy of a year ago. Although not actual flames, this living sky phenomenon must be what it may look like if your actual world were on fire.


Maybe this is a breathtakingly beautiful, metaphoric representation of what stress would look like if it had a physical presence. A physical presence other than wrinkles, high blood pressure, grey hair...


Life has been especially heavy lately, tragedies here at home and all over the world have taken place, lives taken, connected lives no longer recognizable through no fault of their own.

Through no fault of their own.


When life gets this heavy, the need for some form of comic relief is almost palpable. We have to remind ourselves that the heavy isn't all that there is. Give ourselves permission to smile.

I could probably blame my upbringing, or just myself, but regardless of from where it stems, comic relief, for me, tends to lean toward the satirical. It can tend to hand out in the shadows... on the dark side.


Case in point.....



It tickles me to no end to witness unkind people stew in the putrid juices of their own making. The shit disturbers licking the proverbial spoon, so to speak.

I would entertain the thought that this makes me a bad person if the turmoil weren't completely self- inflicted. If the consequences that are now being enjoyed, at least by me, weren't completely and absolutely avoidable if said spoon licker had ever made it a practice to live a life filled with slightly less douchebaggery.

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which we need a "fixer"/lawyer, where our lawyers need lawyers, and where there may or may not be evidence of participation in some sort of Russian hooker pee party.

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which the least of our problems for this week, and I reiterate, this week, is being forced to make a now hurried decision on whether or not to drop some actual bombs on actual people. A decision not only created, but then exacerbated, by our own inability to keep our fingers off of the keys of our twitter feeds.

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which we flick our fingers and set into motion the tumble of a complex, intricate pattern of dominoes, a pattern we had a close hand in designing, then proceed to throw a monumental tantrum because they actually fall.

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which we feel slighted because our accomplishments are not being celebrated, unable to recognize the reason we can't hear the songs of our praises is because of the choir of screaming monkeys fleeing from our circus on fire.

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which we spend our entire time on this earth eating caviar on our K-fry with a golden spoon, then tell the entertainer who, starving, ate leftovers from our plate, working years to become an "overnight succes," that they are the disengaged "elite."

For most of us, it's difficult to imagine a world in which no matter how often we say things that are proven over and over again to be untrue, an army of Rumbullshitskins take their positions to defend us, spewing enough verbal diarrhea to choke to death any shit-eating grin.

Even if I could imagine such a world, I wouldn't want to live there.

I know I likely should leave this type of subject matter alone, leave it to the experts, but, as a writer, a life observer, and a smart-ass, it's pretty impossible to continually see a parade of open doors and never walk through. 

I guess it comes to this. If you don't want us to laugh, quit being funny.


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Road-trippin' tomorrow, heading to Craik, Saskatchewan for some selling and signing of some books! Looking very forward to meeting all the new faces!


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For all those who could use a breath.......


May you find a reprieve from this news heavy world, find some laughter, find a smile.
May you find a reason to giggle, a way to de-stress, let your heart relax for a while.

May you find a way to see the funny, even if rooted in things that can steal your grin.
May you find a way to catch a chuckle, in a world so sober, any heehaw-snort is a win.

May you find  a way to seize the snicker, reach for the "laugh til you cry."
May you trap a tickle that leaves no choice but to cackle and slap a thigh.


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