Solar Flare. Sun Volt. Call it what you will but I’m definitely sensing change in the natural forces. A bending of the cosmic waves. Growing up in the 70s tuned me in, not out. My first guru was Carlos Castaneda, his writings opened a chasm in the cosmos that enlightened a generatioin.
I knew I had to write yesterday. Creativity is the lick I got from the tongue lashing of El Sol.
With apologies to another of my gurus, Dr. Seuss:
On the far away water of Zorinsky pond
Myrtle the Turtle of running was fond
A nice little pond. It was clean. It was neat.
The path that surrounded was good for the feet.
The Runners had everything that Real Runners need.
And all were happy. Quite happy indeed.
They were….until Myrtle, self appointed Queen of them all
Decided Her Kingdon, the dojo, was too small
“I’m Ruler” said Myrtle “of all that I see
And all of the Runners shall be judged by me!
I’ll give them all names, some most profane
And on the second loop I’ll call more of the same
Your character and morals I alone will deem
But really I do, I do love your team”
But Myrtle the Turtle wasn’t happy with that
To get by with just one little spat
“With this stone for a throne I judge on my pond
But I cannot judge on places beyond
If I could sit higher how much greater I’d be!
So my own pillar I’ll build and they’ll all adore me”
She ordered her minions “Come get my back!”
On top of them, her throne she would stack
“All Mine!” Myrtle cried. “Oh, the runners I’ll now judge”
From her self righteous notions she never would budge
“I’m Myrtle the Turtle, Oh Marvelous Me!
For I am the judge now of All that I see
Minions! More Minions!” She bellowed and brayed
On the kind hearted turtles she selfishly preyed
They trembled. They shook. But they came, they obeyed
Poor little turtles, how they were played
But while she was braying, a guru did rise
Up over her head in the early spring skies
“What’s this?” Snorted Myrtle. “Say what is this thing?
“That dares to be higher than Myrtle the Queen?
I shall not allow it! I’ll go higher still
I’ll stack my minions, I can & I will!
I’ll call more minions, call them by Heaven
I’ll need ’bout five thousand and seven”
But as Myrtle the Turtle lifted her hand
And started to order and give her command
One plain little turtle alone in the stack
Decided ENOUGH! I’m taking myself back
And that plain little turtle, he simply farted
And the Kindgdom of Myrtle was forever parted
And Myrtle the Turtle, that Marvelous She
Is Queen of the Mud, for all to see
And Runners of course, all Runners are Free
As Runners and maybe, All Creatures should be
Thanks for the Friday indulgence, it feels great to let those electrons dance across my lips once more.
Feliz Viernes and we’ll see you at the races this weekend!
Joe Kenney is the Director of Angel Guardians and a former stud runner himself. He and Luka Thor and yours truly will be on hand at tomorrow morning’s Dash For Diamonds. Luka will have his hands full with David Adams and some out of state runners looking to wrest the overall prize ($750 diamond) from him. Going to be some Real Racing happening down in the Old Market!
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