Robin Lipinski

They have been called, the trickster, and for good reason. Coyotes are a cunning breed indeed.

Along with this cunning they have the ability to blend in well with whatever world is nearby. Big urban areas filled with homes,  business’s, people, you will find the coyote.

The trickster can be found all across a country called, America. In remote desert settings, high mountain passes, swamps, lakes, they call where they travel, home.

Many people are completely unaware of the  various species living near them, and especially the coyote.

Today, a coyote spoke, and it spoke for good reason. It is good to listen when they speak seriously. Of course most would think that action would be crazy. That is understandable, and ignorant. It is good to listen to all forms of life, especially when they speak for a good reason.

Today, a eagle feasted on a recently killed coyote along side the road of man it had been crossing. Stuck and killed by a vehicle. The eagle feasted well.

What was the reason the coyote spoke today? Simple. It was the song announcing death. Not the death of one of its brethren mind you, rather something much bigger than the coyotes, much bigger than anyone could imagine.

Today, the coyote spoke as did the rocks as they danced. It is good to listen.

A nice tradition-of-the-moment, Black Friday that is. Surprised though that those who identify as African American don’t protest. Maybe take a knee at the checkout stand while buying a big screen tv for $20 at the local WalMart.

Interesting how there is violence associated with Black Friday in the larger cities. Not so at smaller communities.

For example,today I went and enjoyed Black Friday in a small city going by the name of Lewiston and Clarkston. Lots of stuff on sale, not many shoppers, and peaceful. Nobody lighting someone on fire or shooting someone for the right to buy an electronic appliance.

Some people complain about capitalism or consumerism but usually it is those same people who get money from the government or are some trust-fund baby, never needing to actually work.

So, from one who actually works for a  living it was a joy to be able to purchase tools cheaply today. Even scored a brand new pair of Sorel Caribou winter boots for $21.

Good job America. I applaud the idea of Black Friday and enjoyed today’s experience. Everyone’s mood seemed upbeat and the kids in tow of their parents were truly excited when perusing the toys on sale.

For those slobs who take a knee for the national anthem or those who deride Black Friday for being geared towards capitalism or whatever is the trigger-word of the moment to protest, I say, too bad so sad, it still is a free country (or close, today some of it was over %90 off!)

I’m addicted to writing. Don’t know why but I love to write. I love to write if it makes sense. I love to write if it does not. It just is fun to write!

In my world of self there exists many worlds, worlds that are separate and isolated, worlds that mix and merge. It is…wonderful!

Most of what I see no one could possibly come close to understanding. Even those who understand something still have no clue to what is out there…all around and everywhere.

Time flowing forward and backwards, bouncing like a ball on a basketball court. Time stopping and flipping circles causing more circles to stop and flip and then collide. Time for me really has no concept, no ‘set’ point. It is as arbitrary as the math so many people embrace.

Mathematics. Calculus. Physics. Quantify. Add. Subtract. Equal.

No drugs needed. No insanity. No crazy. Nothing even bordering on the impossible as what I’ve seen is as real as anything a human can feel with whatever sense or emotion possessed.

Have you ever visited yourself in the past? Maybe call it a ‘haunting’? Ha! I have. Or, how about the future? How about other universes? How about all that? Ha!

Taking for granted,the impossible and questioning the validity of accepted reality.

Hello Robin. How was your day?

(the answer is: It was over before it began and began before it was over. As such, it was another ‘good’ day.)

It is…

It always has been and always will be..

It comes as it  has come before and will come again…

It is…

The Monster

How nice it is to have alphabets and language. It was so fun to learn the mysteries of letters and how to combine them into words, and then, into sentences/paragraphs.

One thing that goes so well with writing is the imagination of humanity. It starts at birth. It even starts with lies.

A two year old confronted with a stolen cookie.

“Did you take a cookie Timmy?”

“No.”

“What’s that in your hand?”

“Nothing.”

“Is that a cookie?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you get it?”

“I found it.”

And on and on. The young mind forming words and pictures in his young mind to justify his actions. Perfect training for what comes later in life.

What a perfect combination. Humanity. Imagination. Language. And of course, the alphabet acting as ambassador to combine it all.

Blogs and blah. Forums and philosophy.  Foolish.

Communication in a day where people talk, sing, write; campfires beneath the stars. The old ways meeting the new.

Funny though, how isolated the herd has become.

Facebook. An evolutionary marvel where people can conduct the flow of words to strangers and friends. Yet. Sad if really thought about. No tactile sense of bond. No familial reality other than that given by the glare of a computer.

Disjointed and disappointed. A whole world ‘feeling’ connected while losing the ‘connection’.

What I write means nothing. Absolute shit if you ask me but I know as I’ve seen so much, heard so much, felt so much, been so much. “Much ado about nothing,” some may say. To them, I smile as for them, it is good and comfortable to be ignorant.

Why is the self such an overriding emotion? Preservation perhaps? Pride? Value of existence? Probably a combination of all and none. Probably there is  not one answer all would accept. Probably. Probably is a wonderful ‘word’. So full of promise and yet so empty. Just like the word, maybe.

The various languages are full of words with double meanings, or actually, no real meaning at all.

‘Trust me,’  now there is a loaded combination of words. Trust: a word conjuring up honesty. Me: a word so leveled in revelation it becomes many other words. Combine the two… yikes!

A lot of jumbled words just written. A muddy page filled with gooey philosophy and for me, an outlet as I’m not a part of the herd. Never have. Never will be. Though, ‘trust me’ when it is written that I miss the old days and old ways. The days of laughter and tears. Of survival. Of being huddled around the campfire sharing gossip, news, and stories of the day. Those were the days there was a real sense of humanity and a real use of words.

Music with words sung is like poetry. Recently started listening to Macklemore and Ryan. Fun. Never really was into hip-hop or rap but they sure have an interesting style. Listening to the lyrics they are filled with a lot of passive humor.

But, music without word sung is also like poetry. Currently listening to the 2Cello’s and find it wonderful what they can do.

A lot has been written about music. A lot more will be written about the virtues of music. And what is nice to see, even in this short life span, is the evolution of music.

Hello. Today is the 28th of August 2017. Today would still be today if it were called by any other number or word. Today could be XX29 of the Tor moment. Today could be June 42, 30887. Doesn’t really matter though as today was and did exist.

What else existed today? For some it was work related. Some died. Some babies were born to enrich the population. Forest fires burned. Storms raged. It rained over there while over there, it was drought. So much occurred today it is impossible to write about it all. But today. Here. The body of the sky spoke.

It is hard to explain why the words written speak of the sky as having a body but that is the way my mind sees it.

When you were little, did you lay on your back on the ground and stare up at the sky? Most probably, you did. Your body lay on the body of the earth and looked up at the body of the sky.

And as you lay there as a child, or even now; looking upward, do you feel anything? Do you see more than color and cloud? Even now, do you see figures in the clouds? A bird, a bug, a balloon, a face… So many imagine the cloud shapes as the body of something else. Coincidence?

Why would one look at a puffy cloud and see a dragon flying or the outline of an ice cream cone. Not a question mark added as it really is not a question, more so a statement of fact. People look at everything in life and see it for what it is.

Today, I felt the sky. I felt it before I looked up at it. And when I looked up and out, I really felt it. It was not the barometric pressure nor the humidity index. It was not the heat or power of the sun. It was not the air laden with particulate from forest fires near and far. It was the body of the sky.

When your body aches or you cut it, you feel it. Your body feels much. Some of the feelings are painful, some are full of pleasure. Whatever it is, your body responds.

Today, I felt the body of the sky and then I listened as the sky spoke. The sky speaks with wind and rain. It speaks with calm, with anger, with silence, with many of what your body speaks. So too, the earth. So too, the animals.

What was felt and still lingers, felt ominous.  It made me take notice and wonder.

If you take the time and look to the sky, stop and listen. Try and see, to feel. Bodies attract each other. Even in the laws of physics, mass attracts mass. And what you may see and feel will make your body feel even more connected than it already is.

Who would have imagined Google thirty years ago, or for that matter, the internet. Now, we have twitter, google, internet, virus, bots, malware, and a slew of other words pertaining to the world of  cyber.

Type on Google, a word, a letter, a name, and then, in mere seconds, there are almost endless links which lead to other endless links.

There are forums on every topic known to man. There is Facebook. People can now turn on or off the lights in their home via the internet and smartphones.

Foreign countries can hack into other countries utilities. Hard to believe North Korea could turn off the electrical grid in North Carolina.

Information is power  but what if the information is wrong? If I had a website and talked as if I knew something about growing potatoes, for example: “First you wash the potato in a weak bleach solution, removing all the soil and  organic material from its skin. Then, place the potato in a shoe box and place in a dark place for three months. After this time, usually October being the best time to plant potatoes in the Northern hemisphere.  You take the potato and dig a hole three feet deep with soil containing clay being the best. By mid December the potato plant should be sticking up through the snow about six feet. Sometimes though, they plant is only four feet…”

If someone found my site and did not know a thing about growing potatoes, boy would they be in for a surprise if they followed the ‘instructions’.

Point being, Google, or actually anything found on the internet should be studied more thoroughly before being taken as the truth. Misinformation is almost as important as information. We see this in the daily news now, they call it , fake news.

What I just wrote is common sense just as it is common news. I for one greatly enjoy Google. While a lot of garbage exists out there in the cyber world, a lot of good information also exists. Anything from parts manuals for vehicles to recipes for cooking with dog meat.