My Old Mantra, My New Vow

There will come soft rains and
  the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with
  their shimmering sound,
And frogs in the pools singing
  at night,
And wild plum trees in
  tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery
  fire,
Whistling their whims on a
  low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she
  woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that
  we were gone.

Ray Bradbury, The Marian Chronicles

All is right with the world, that's my mantra.

All is right with the world whether living or dying and with all its prayers, plagues and politics. Whether creation or evolution. Whether Muslim or Jewish. Whether for Ben Afflect or against, whether you smoke weed or don't, whether you like green or red peppers, spicy food or not, pumpkin lattes or beer.

We are in the midst of it, whatever it is. We are all bound up in this living world rolling along on its hobbled axis with its melting glaciers and its car pool lanes. We aren't in a position to love it or leave it. We can't make it back to where we came from.

All is right with the world. It is pumping oxygen and water for now. It grows, blooms, dies like it should. It procreates like it should. It makes music and skyscrapers in just about equal measure. Clouds roil by, storms rage in, a stillness can descend with grace.

All is right with the world during its eons to becoming now. All is right with the world whether I agree or not or like it or not. My agreement has nothing to do with its rightness.
"We cannot weigh, measure or judge."


A friend made a vow to accept every chance to eat with a friend. I liked that a lot. It seems so ancient and biblical. The concept of sharing, of breaking bread together. It feels like something our caveman ancestors would have done also. Yes, I like that vow a lot.

Connor is back in dancing, hip-hop this time. Roger said he liked dancing better than baseball.

Ian's job today included art directing his first photo shoot. I always get more excited than him over these little milestones.

I had my heater on going to Target at about 1:30 pm and my air conditioner on coming home. I swear I wasn't there that long. Now, I have used my heater going to work at 4 am and air conditioner coming home at 4 pm, but an hour later? That was a surprise.

Yep, all is right with the world -- my mantra as I triangulate my life between the kitchen, the couch and the night life with a little social media thrown in.

I miss looking words up in a dictionary. Looking them up online just isn't the same. One word doesn't lead to seventeen. It isn't the adventure it used to be. I miss looking words up in a dictionary as I ponder the difference between vow and oath -- but I use the Internet.

All is right with the world, my world included.