THEE THOU THINE AND MINE

During this year of quarantine, we’ve relied upon our trusty tv screen to offer amusing as well as mindful entertainment, every evening.  

Though I think about taking out the scrabble board, tis good to note that ‘it’s the thought that counts’, because thinking about it is as far as that gets.  No problem, as by evening, I feel content cuddling on the couch with Will, at which time we take turns nodding off, requiring rewinding whatever one or the other has missed.

Two weeks ago, I enrolled in a series of Shakespearean classes, which, meeting weekly on Zoom, see my days happily immersed within early 15th century England, which, when compared with current political conflicts, heightens my awareness of the fact that within every generation, war is to be expected if we are to protect our freedoms from power mongering usurpers (both at home and abroad), whose insecure conceit needs to believe themselves superior to the ‘common’ folk in every way, and thus must they find others willing to bend toward serving the bully (who had been bullied) by bowing down so far as to scrape one’s nose on the ground while burying honesty, honor and dignity in bull shavings so deep as to sully their brains’ capacity to think clearly.  And as long as human nature has two sides—hot-headed brutality so self absorbed as to be defensively offensive vs lion hearted and well schooled in the vital importance of pragmatic, compassionate world-wide diplomacy—that will be that—as one generation passes the baton to the next.   

Though my train of thought concerning war being inevitable could be depressing, eventually, upon addressing and accepting an objective view of today’s reality matching historical fact, my anxiety lessens, enhancing peace of mind by way of absorbing this belief system—upon studying world history, we find that good doth smite down evil within generation after generation, and that’s most especially true once democratic principles are taught in school and experienced at home, suggesting that once we see ourselves as eternally evolving citizens of the world, who have a long way to go on the historical time line before the bell shaped masses can hope to co-exist in peace on planet earth (which we’d better take care of as space travel is also still in its infancy)—we’d best concern our minds with contemplating the evolutionary nature of mankind while focusing our noses toward cleaning up our own little corners of the world, unless thee aspires to national leadership, which suggests investing thy fortune in Excedrin extra strength, ASAP.

As for me, once today’s soliloquy is posted to FB, back to the 16th century doth I goeth with a sense of eagerness to absorb as much of The Bard’s poetic wisdom as time, today, allowth. 

Chuckling with tongue in cheek, I hope all goest well with thee and thine🙋🏻‍♀️🤺🧘🏻‍♀️

Annie, Mistress of Myself