So here I am, down here at the ocean with dad. He has TV. I dont. I'm sucking it up--laughing out loud, incredulous at this superstardom, at this 100% AMERICANA celebration going on at the Lincoln Monument today. Between this and the Eagles/Cardinals game--with a running commentary of self-talk yadayada this is just what's wrong with our country...the absolute over-processing of everything, taking the art out of artistry--this forced experience of partriotism they're trying to ramalamdingdonging down our throat--oh look there's Garth Brooks yadayada etc....And then! The camera pans to him, eyes closed and getting down to the music...MyBama, and seriously the next thing that happens is my head goes totally quiet and my heart goes full....
And truly people, I Know no man is a superhero. I know he can't do it all. In fact, we all know what he's up against. And I of all people believe that the pillar of any experience is the actual walking-of, the hands-on demonstration of trying to live pricipals, the struggle of actually be-ing the ethics of something. And how this is at once the most challenging and shaping way to live--but maybe that is it, why I love him--how he walks. His nature truly enlivens in me the belief in being the change. And that is a lot to say about one person--that he inspires me--and SO MANY OTHERS! towards something higher. My hope is that this catalyctic thing he does to us, that it's not just to us as a people collectively, but in the way it matters most: as individuals, each inspired in our own lives to be the change.
O okay--and also, who am I fooling? I think he's dreamy. I mean I absoloutely love those bedroom eyes....
yuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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