rabbit rabbit.

yeah.
i said it:
rabbit rabbit.
i remembered to speak it out loud,
first thing at 12:01 am and again when i awoke.
the lucky charm, the magic mantra, the superstitious spell,
cast out into the secret universal ether as an ephemeral
lure for good fortune and positive vibes from the future,
for the future, in the here and now.....
i remembered the appropriate utterance,
inflection, intention, innuendo,
and all that pronounced polysyllabic sentence fragmentation.
i do what i'm supposed to, y'know?
and i only ever do more of it.
that's that expert additive active participation type jauns.
it's the way that worthy ninjas get involved.
subtractive subservient static is not invited to my makeout party,
y'know?
something as simple as a monthly magic word, or two,
or the same word, spoken twice,
is as good a place to start as any other.
do i think that there is any evidence to support it's efficacy?
is it working?
is anything lucky going on, at all?
is it likely the first of this month will be any different
than the following friday, or the next one,(the 13th)?
nope. it's not.
probability and odds and long shots on lagomorphology
generating spontaneous improvement are just a placebo,
but i'm not above investing a breath or two in
contingency plans based on mystery and magic.
it can't hurt.
and if it doesn't help, (and it doesn't help)
well,
at least i've proclaimed a genuine intention towards
the ghost rings and overlapping circles of spirit and memory
that comprise and never compromise and promise
to keep it all really happening here in the woodsly goodness.
you got any better ideas?
right.
it's a watership down watershed moment, my friends.
phantom bunnies and complete interactive social collapse?
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
today is the day.
awwwwwwwwww, man.
***********
harvest and maple arrive this evening.
that's great news.
we're gonna work, and have a fire, and have fireworks,
and work on spitting hot fire and all that sort of
warm weather interactive family-style togetherness.
me and my girls, neighbors.
a trifecta of terrific?
maybe.
a trio of temerity and trying hard to hurl hard-hearted
heavy-handed hard styles at the hard times that
compose this really real life we're living?
absolutely.
gratitude, ninjas.
i get lucky,
not in the ways i want,
but in precisely the ways i need;
never quiet, never soft.....