It’s the Pancakes
I was talking to my friend Shea Buttaboom about the different planes of existence and how some days it’s hard for an elevated sensual goddess type like myself to simply make Ax’s pancakes and OJ and pack the backpack, drive to school, park, wave hi to other moms Donna and Kristy and Paisley and Laura as they unload their breakfasted kids and their logo-emblazoned future-landfill backpacks for the day. Some days it’s like, “WTF, I was burned at the stake and my people came out of slavery and, and, and, for this earthly stuff?”
And Shea was like, “Yeah.” Not meaning, “Yeah, WTF,” but rather meaning more like, “Yeah that’s exactly right, all your past lives and genetic past lives and historical line from Adam or the primordial oooze or something before both of those, all that existential experience from the beginning of time HAS brought you here, to this realm of chocolate chip pancakes and carpool and LEGO and eyelash extensions and Spanx and juice cleanses and mudslides and hot yoga and politics and pilates and gluten-free donuts and liquid facelifts and landfills and orphans and grocery stores that sell delicious hothouse strawberries all year round. And also indoor plumbing, the IRS, property-tax funded schools, paved roads, kombucha, crystal meth, genocide, and natural hot springs channeled into hot tubs tucked into the cliffs over the Pacific Ocean that remind me I’ve been here before, but not like this, not quite this way, in this context.”
So I was like, “Good point, Shea.”
And she said, “We get a chance to do this living and being a human being on earth thing better than we’ve done it before, but perhaps not as well as we do it next time or the time after that. We are all just spinning, together, doing the best we can, whatever that means.”
“Well for me right now I think it’s the pancakes, and of course doing what it takes to take care of myself enough to keep serving them up, with some level of ... of okayness, of sustainability.”
I’m gonna keep going.
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