And the phone rings... "what are you up too?"

"Oh, nothing", she says with that obvious help me sort of tone. I tell her my side she tells me hers. It all falls into the norms of life. Death, heartache, and the insistent crunch and screech of power tools goes on just outside my view. The door slams open and shut as we speak of illness in society. Race class religion.

All of it brings forth thoughts of verse and prose. "Love the life you live... Woke up to the sounds of insincere talking...to to the sounds of neighbors fighting."

Too many times I've been that witness to the ungreatness of human kind. Such as a three day old tale of the -N- word being tossed out of a car window toward a friend of mine as she strolled beside the ocean here in Santa Cruz. Odd cause as I strolled there earlier the same day I wondered who there would have trouble with MY presence.
"But I'm just me."
Judgments play out in our minds all day long. Every moment is an assessment.

Think clearly and share your truth. Be willing to know that you are wrong. It's o.k.
We are all learning how to survive, thrive, and get along here. No matter how old we are or how much it looks like we have our shit together.
-Taj