Sea Cape Cod by Michael Mosier

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the gorgeous, sunny, mild island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Sunday morning, the 18th day of March, 2012, a spectacular day on Cape, Cotuit to be precise, where the title to this ‘message in a bottle’ today, can be visualized from high atop Bluff Point Drive, overlooking Sampson’s Island, a long stretch of true ocean wilderness about a few hundred yards across and three miles long, stretching all the way from ‘imposterville’ (who are you really?) to Cotuit.  I meant to say Osterville, the mini Palm Beach of New England, a place I still call home, as well as the hidden jewel of the Cape, this old Indian town with that funny name of Cotuit, where one would be hard pressed not to truly sea all of the amazing bounty nature affords US, if we only took the ‘time’ to look around and get lost in ‘it’…  In the immortal words of ‘Ferris Bueller’, played by the great Mathew Broderick in the classic 1986 film, “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”–“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and take a look around every once in a while, you just might miss it…”–good words to heed in this insane day and age of constantly wired five second attention spans, unlocking all of the useless information ‘out there’, yet blinding one to what is the beauty inside, reflected, of course, on the ‘outside’ in the world of nature, for what does one ’see’ when observing a Great Blue Heron? Do we tend to categorize it, analyze it, and label it?  All judgements that, again, blind us to what ‘it’ really is– a miracle of life taking flight right before our eyes.  Call me crazy, call my kooky, call me madcap, or call me zany (or what some on the ‘other side of the aisle’ are really thinking, words not suitable for this G rated commentary), just don’t call me late for dinner, or Shirley for that matter.  So, instead of turning on ‘ye ole’ boob tube this morn’, catching up on all the re-fried jibber jabber on the Sunday morning talk shows, telling you all you need to know about let’s see, Iran, Syria, Sudan (hats off to George Clooney, by the way, for taking a stand on the horror that is going on in that country of Sudan as we speak, your prayers are most welcome!), the European debt crisis, Israel, Palestine and the settlements, the plutocratic republican horse race in Illinois and the remaining states left to cast a vote in that ongoing train wreck called the ‘not your grandfather’s GOP’ presidential bid 2012, Afghanistan and soldiers suffering from PTSD, and the ever continuing war being waged on this country’s women, who are fighting an uphill battle to retain their rights to their own bodies?, hearts and minds, not to mention the ongoing disenfranchising of African-Americans, poor elderly, students and the poorest of the poor, as evil state legislators all over the country, at the behest of the overlord masters who go by the name of ‘the brother’s KOCH’, scheme behind closed doors to shave off as many points as they can from the overall electorate (echoes of Gore v. Bush 2000, hi there Justice Roberts!), hoping against hope to put one of their own back into the Executive–ready on day one to dismantle the EPA, spelling DOOM for OUR environment, while taking out other regulatory agencies one by one, so much so that our democracy will finally be bought and sold to that highest bidder in the .001 percent, who cares NOT for the welfare of this great and proud nation’s majority of living, breathing and feeling people, rather, cares only for the ‘bottom line’ of it’s never ending mantra and RELIGION of PROFIT OVER PEOPLE. Yeah, you could watch all of that, or, you could pick up you tennis racket and hit some balls, go for a walk on a beach somewhere, or pick up a good book and get away from all the flashing lights, the constant noise and the never ending blast of negative news that serves no one in the end, save the sponsors–the multinational’s bank accounts.   Have a great Sunday folks and God Bless US ALL! PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M