Floating. Glowing. A basket of fruit. Clementines starbursting out of my navel. Blueberry gushers furrowing my brow. Lime green lovey goo pouring from my heart. I wish news segments would be interrupted with good, wholesome programming – not a commercial for capital gain – maybe the Care Bears make a comeback with kind, loving PSA’s about meditation and heart chakras. Body break with Hal Johnson and Joanne McLeod to get you off your couch for some calisthenics.
Rainbow skittles. A giraffe in the sky. Look up… look waaaaaay up – puppets that were kind, silly, gentle and boring by today’s standards. No CGI, no explosions, or epic music – just some sense.
How about Mr. Rogers comes on to teach kids how to have conversations… with their phones off.
Tv channels. Getting off the couch to change the channel. Channeling sweetness – ripe fruit bursting with flavour and vitamins. Writing. Slouchy. Sedentary. I mostly wear sweatpants now, and I’m tending to buy clothes with money I don’t have – and almost always the wrong size – too big or too small. Some buttons hold on for dear life like it’s their full-time job – others can’t even tell if they are on duty – “Is there a body in there yet?”.
where rivers are born 