What I Own

anything worth attaining is worth fighting for and worth taking.

The social order of animals guides us to what we have as an imagined state of civility. Bi-ped individuals, including those that have lost that ability, have deluded themselves into thinking that life as they see it is what makes us the higher seat on the food chain of life. People have long since forgotten that their basic instinct is to survive. They have forgotten to listen to the bodies, temples, given them. They have forgotten how to take care of themselves and their kin. Forgotten what really matters.

Joy is the moment in time that sparks painful laughter that never ends and brings tears to one's eyes. It is never something that is planned or counted on and I have spent many moments studying how many people are amazed by the simplicity in it. I find I am caught up in the whirl of it at the most insignificant times and sometimes even the most inappropriate. Big booms of laughter are sure to escape my bellows when the mood strikes me and I will make no apologies to anyone when it does. All creatures feel and express joy and never should shame come into play. Not enough understand this. Your mothers and fathers lied to you when they told you there is a time and a place, for the time is now and the place is always where ye be at the moment it strikes.

I take care of my own and my own self. I am the best suited for this task otherwise I wouldn't have been entrusted with it. I don't live for my phone or my television or my radio, that one is hard to admit as I do enjoy it, or my car. These are merely possessions to which I have to make tasks easier and allow and afford me extra time to find joy and peace. I get the evil eye every time my phone rings and I don't answer it. The humans surrounding me at the time are so enslaved to their phones that the even feel a servitude to yours and get quite anxious when you don't divulge who called and the nature of their business. They get rabid when you don't answer! But I learned long ago that in order to maintain a certain amount of sanity that "things" have their place and I have mine and whereas they be useful, I own them, not the other way around. Life will go on whether I have a phone or not and in two counties below mine sits a family court judge who disagrees and was "shown" he had no more merit and law in my life than he believed he did! He insisted that it was my ex husband's right to have access to his daughter, I agree. He insisted that I must keep and answer a phone on me at all times and that my ex husband, who chose of his own free will to walk out on his child at the tender age of one year, had needs that were more important than mine and my need to own my phone and not the other way around. Of course he still has his right to not answer his but I was ordered by a court of law to answer mine no matter when he called. Haha, you all know me by now and would probably not be the slightest bit surprised by the facts that I: A) represented myself in my divorce and custody hearings and, B) informed him of my rights as I know them to be not as he and a bunch of staunchly wealthy assholes saw them. I told him there isn't a court on this planet that would compel me to have, keep or be strapped to a phone merely for the use of my ex husband and also informed him that he was invading my personal space and that if he continued to try and intimidate me that I would show him just exactly how well read I was as a citizen on the laws exacted in our government and I would have his job by next session! A phone is an option and for thousands of millenia people didn't have it as a form of communication. Even the government acknowledges in its welfare benefits as merely being a NON necessity. To this day I don't answer my phone. My phone is for me to be able to dial out on for whatever business or emergency I have. I CHOOSE to answer at my leisure when I am able to and have that right. So those of you in the car or the bathroom or the grocer, department stores with your stares of disbelief when they hear the "Fleur de Lise" play and my witness refusal to answer-mind your own business and control your own life! The wonderful thing about phones as a metaphor for life and taking back what you own in it is that you can also hang up. You can choose who you talk to do business with and who you see. Not just where and when. I am no more obligated to return a call than I am to receive one!

mobe and if not a faint echo of a French melody, and either way you will not shut either up by answering...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves