Praise you like I should

Have you been on edge lately? Are you feeling like, “Where is the next shit show gonna show up?” In America, we are looking at a high cost of living all around, 14 more months of presidential campaign B.S., natural disasters breaking records, wildfire seasons, extreme weather, extremely high cost of living, (did I mention that, worth repeating), rent gouging, earthquakes, and maybe another COVID outbreak just for fun. And our government sitting on its hands with a look like “Why is everyone staring at me?” So ya, parts of me are a little pissed off. However, the stoic in me remembers the Epictetus quote, “Another person will not hurt you without your cooperation. You are hurt the moment you believe yourself to be.” Reel it in baby, you got this.

Yesterday, late afternoon, I was fussing over a plant in my bedroom window, looked out the window, and saw this bullshit:

photo credit: https://www.reddit.com/user/LariatCreative/ Reddit, 9-16-2023

Normally our wildfire smoke is more dispersed evenly across the sky. Just for laughs the planet decided to funnel smoke from the Olympic National Park fire about 200 miles away by car, directly over our heads. Remember, The Pacific Northwest is home to the only temperate rainforest on the continent. Here is a screenshot of the air quality at that time:

Meteorology explained the “smoke river” perfectly. I know it is the wind, blowing smoke, but it was unsettling. I was unsettled.
This morning, early, 6:00am, I woke. Looked up and around. No smoke. Decided to drive down to the coffee shop for a breakfast wrap and tall drip coffee. To be kind to myself, to take care of myself, with my favorite cup of coffee. Relax.

While in the drive-thru waiting for the breakfast wrap, the 1998 Fatboy Slim song “Praise You” came on.

We’ve come a long long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you baby
I have to praise you like I should

Fatboy Slim -1998

This song altered my mood and realigned my spiritual spine.
A “Nope” cloud quickly travels overhead toward the city core…
The seagull squawked “It’s OK. It is alright”
Breakfast and black coffee are meditative incense
My heart fills with gratitude
and I tell the fear to fuck off


Published by Shannon Laws

Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015.

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