I just O.D.’d on Momblogs. Not Wm’s or Trans’ or iamsam’s or faboo’s or kisses’ or kitty’s or rabbits’ ….. or seriously, ANY of the peeps in my snarkily super-intelligent & lovely blog roll. I love you guys. I do.
No, I got lost in the web . . . the net . . . the link to the link to the link until I found myself waist deep in privilege and perfectly frosted cupcakes and basements with astroturf and flat screened TVs and women who never ever have to earn a cent – the sustenance just flows in and, even though they’ve got 34 nappies to change in a 24 hour period, they have the hours in each day to, not only churn out and post delightfully crafted essays, send work to editors of print publications, as well. I’m tempted to blurt out one syllable sentiments of contempt, but deep down I know jealousy doesn’t exist in my mindful self, so I won’t.
Breathing now. I won’t. Because I spent 10 minutes meditating for peace in Sri Lanka today. Oohhmmm. I’m one with the light. Oohhmmm. We’re all one. Oohhmmm. Just washing my hands with warm water and fragrant soap is a heavenly joy. Oohhmmm.