Hour of the wolf and what wakes me up are the yelping of a shih tzu/ poodle mix. "Aawooo!!! Aawoo!!! Aawoo!!!" In my dreams it was the howling of some long powerful lupine. When I woke it looked more like a Chihuahua. Guess it could be worse. Pee on the carpet or Poop in the corner. Could ignore the call of the wild, but the other possibility. . .well, I just got up. Thought that maybe before my rhythms reset, I best listen to the winds of the muse. It is said, this time, middle of the night is when all the cosmic energies are swirling around waiting for a host share its voice. Been awhile since I answered her call. Too long.
Maybe best that I listen to the muse. Listen to the creative juices before they leave me. Best answer and this early morning call. On the East Coast, many people would be walking out the door and starting my day. Here I am listening to the water from my aquarium flow and the air from the CPAP blow. White noise that one ignores until its all silent. Silence from the muted TV. Silence of the people sleeping in the house. Silence from the day yet to waken in a mere couple of hours.
So what gets me up? The idea that if I don't rise, I will wake to evening accident of an overfilled bladder of a mutt. Could be worse. Hearing some of the terrible stories. Flint, Michigan their waters a lead poisoned. Children will not be cured. There is none. Mothers going to clinics knowing their children will have lifelong neuorological damage caused by corrosive water pipes and a poor budget choices. Warnings were there. Auto factories stopped using water because it was corroding the metals. EPA agent warned of this disaster but the boss ignored and tried to quiet the angry storm. A governor apologizes and begs for Emergency Help.
Less than half an hour from me, the earth of Porter Ranch is leaking clouds of methane gas in the air. Children are getting nosebleeds and headaches. Dogs, cats, and horses are reported on the news similar symptoms. Schools and homeowners are relocated to avoid the invisible gas. Yet like one deep horizon oil well spewing hundreds gallons of oils per hour, fouling the seascape around, the businesses claim no wrongdoing and no responsibility. They claim the people are safe and yet all the evidence to the contrary. They blast whistle blowers calling their science ridiculous.
Its an angel in the dark. Like a child caught wrongdoing and they appeal that their right is just. They hope this distraction will divert the attention of the parental unit.Imagine its like the drunk driver feigning responsibility for the destruction caused and saying its was only buzz driving. One could get angry, but I am sure many of us didn't heed our better angels.Every evening we hear stories of evils that could have been avoided. Maybe its our nature to bite the apple. Maybe we weren't supposed to live in the Garden. Lesson learned hopefully its not too late.
Heeding to the call of the yelping dog seems a better choice than dealing with all the crap of inconvenience and ignorance. Is the price to pay for stewardship is handling business of nature?
We are told that there is rumblings in the background. The clarion call of upcoming doom. The signs are written on the wings of angels. Heed . Or Don't. Failing infrastructure, global warming, signs of recession--we can relegate these to white noise that many ignore. But while we sit still in the late evening of the comforts of our bed, the water continues to flow. The invisible gas leaks poisoning house and home. Ignore the signs. Sleep while the dog howls. Wake up to shit and piss the next day.
Or. . .
Or. . .
Or. . .Get the F#&K up and take her for a walk. Deal with crap now or live with crap just steps away. Wake Up and Walk. Please.
