2/1/9

                                STUPOR BOWL

It is the day of the big game

Every one is eating pizza, drinking beer

Alone I sow seeds in a greenhouse

Warmed by a cool winter sun

Sedentary people with tribal pride

Watch boys bleed in mock battle

Armored soldiers in bright flag colors

Fight to ethnically cleanse the field 

A country in depression and two wars

Manipulated and distracted

By a contrived blood lust circus

Void of any true or real meaning

The obscured sun slowly ascends

Through frozen fog into blue sky

Peas and radishes sprout, grass grows

Over fed sheep slip into oblivious sleep

Kind of a negative and self important start to a blog, but what could be more relevant to current events.  I am fifty years old and hope I have something useful to impart.  I suspect that underneath any altruistic urge lies ego and for this reason I will open this to the humbling sting of the critic's lash.  My whole life I have been attracted to wisdom, and while I have not found much, I have discovered many strategies that do not seem to work.  I am currently striving to live a simple, sustainable, low  stress/high contentment life in Oregon and may know a few useful tips regarding gardening, carpentry, cooking and just having fun!

                                                                Welcome to my mind.

P.S. I grew up in Pittsburgh, Go Steelers!