The telly is burbling away in the background. And there are monsters on it.
Leaders of the Free World. Slouching, drooling, psychopathic monsters. Wetikos, in fact.
If I switch over to the night’s series drama, I find there are different monsters.
Chopping up of bodies, poking around in the brain jelly. Full Living Colour.
And I can’t tell, most of the time – is this supposed to be a drama or a comedy?
As for me, I am enjoying the knitting together of a grievously fragmented soul.
Bits of England get trotted out to soothe my newly-reconstituted earth spirit. And I have lost the yearning to go back there, rather bringing the fragment of me that was wandering there…to here.
So I am happy to ignore the beasts and the buffoons on the Idiot Box.
Light the Myrrh and praise the Moon.
Open the Heart Chakra and re-attach to the higher dimensions.
Love my family, my little bit of Earth, my animal and plant allies.
Let the monsters remonstrate. Let the jesters prance and butcher.
I can do nothing but start here, where I am.