My Soul

Lately, every now and then, I'll realize I really neglect myself. Anyone who reads this or knows me at all, knows I have a few very deep-seeded passions. But life doesn't allow for that. Life is too busy, or so it seems. I'll go for days on end before I have a moment like I just experienced. I'm tooling around online, reading Kucinich news. Apparently his wife got a makeover on a new site called G Living. It's all about green earth friendly whatnot. And there I'm reminded that there are people out there like me. I'm reminded I'm like me. I read about an aluminium house in Japan with a green roof and my entire soul is washed over in peace and joy.

Living in Houston/Sugar Land is not good for my soul. Sugar Land is suburbia & homogeny on steroids. Just last week I had a good laugh as I was out driving. This older gent pulls up behind me in a white convertible with his two presumed sons, somewhere around 20. I see them in my rear-view mirror squinting at my car. I can read their thoughts. I see them looking confused and talking a bit. I know they're asking each other who this Dennis Kucinich is. Then the son in the back points at my car and says something. Dad shrugs. Then I see a light of recognition on back seat son's face. Maybe he saw the president part of the bumper sticker. It was hysterical. These white-bread Sugar Land J Crew wearing convertible driving folks know nothing outside their comfortable existence.

Once upon a time I was working on the campaign. I was involved and out there with people that I actually have something in common with, unlike SL folk. It was beautiful. I felt like maybe I wasn't crazy. Maybe I'm not the only one who fears for humanity and the earth upon which she lives. But then that all came to an abrupt end and other circumstances (like losing my job and not having a car) came into play that prevented me from really taking part in things that bring me joy. Now my situation is better. I need to get back into the swing. Now I'm working in Houston which is very convenient, because that's where the action is. There's no Green Party of Ft. Bend County. The PAA doesn't have its headquarters in First Colony.

I guess my point is that I need to remind myself to take time to renew my soul. I need to stop and see the forest and the trees. I need to remind myself that there are places that aren't made of concrete (Shawshank reference). I think everyone in this society needs to take time to remind themselves of what makes their souls glow and to do what they need to. I know for myself, it is the only time I feel truly alive.