by William Skink
Like many out there I’m trying not to fall into pits of despair. Taking walks in the woods helps. Today’s walk at Blue Mountain produced a socially responsible 6 foot interaction with two humans I know, a former co-worker and a member of the Outer Limtis crew.
I thanked the latter for this incredible post about the incredible power of consciousness and the effort yesterday to use that power in a globally coordinated meditation to heal our collective sickness, a sickness which entails much more than a virus.
I had every intention of sitting quietly focusing on breath for 20 minutes at the right time yesterday, but instead a much needed absence of children resulted in the wife and I binge watching Tiger King.
Yes, I have joined the masses by entering the fucked up world of big cats and can safely declare this sad spectacle is truly the perfect metaphor for the moment we find ourselves in.
And to make the whole spectacle even more surreal, the gay, gun toting, mullet sporting star of the docu-series, Joe Exotic, has apparently contracted Covid 19 in prison.
You really can’t make this shit up.
The hell we’re being told is coming in the next two weeks sounds ominous, and to counter the anxiety I’ll work on my Covid music video to play my small part in addressing this global pandemic.