Magnetic Pole Dancing

It happens.

Don’t the Earth’s magnetic poles seem a little wobbly lately? Or is that just me?

We humanoids also have magnetic poles in the electromagnetic fields that surround our beings. These poles resonate in harmony with the planet’s poles so if the planet’s poles get wobbly then so do ours. That’s what someone told me once.

Have you ever lived someplace that had no telephone poles? Seriously, it’s like being in some other-dimensional world. The vibes are just so much smoother. The beauty of everything is enhanced. And you can sometimes see Gaia peeking from behind the bushes.

Seriously? Who thought up the idea of telephone poles? Did they not have any sense of style or beauty? I don’t think so. I once lived in a suburban community that had no telephone poles. All electricity, telephone lines, and cable lines were underground. There wasn’t a telephone pole in sight. Life was more beautiful without them.

Then I moved to a community that had telephone poles. I spent a lot of time looking at them. Often I thought about the hundreds of millions of trees that gave their lives in order to hold power lines up in the air. It made me sad.

I’m not a big fan of telephone poles.

(Wait a minute!) A little birdie just whispered in my ear. It said that the birds and the squirrels got together and started a petition to get more telephone poles. The telephone poles are where the squirrels do their high-wire acts. And the power lines are a favorite place for birds to hang out and watch humans. The birdie/squirrel coalition thinks I’m an idiot for not seeing the beauty of telephone poles. They may be right.

The birdie also reminded me that there is a telephone pole directly across the street from my office window. I have spent trillions of hours looking out at that pole. The birdies and the squirrels have put on countless performances for my benefit — or, at least, I think it was for my benefit. It seemed to be implied in the petition all the birdies and squirrels signed.

Where was my gratitude? That telephone pole provided me with a colossal amount of joy. I have to admit that sometimes I like the pole even when there are no birdies or squirrels around. It has a stark and weathered beauty. Defiant in some indescribable way. (Sometimes I wonder if the telephone pole is envious of all the surrounding trees who get to have branches and leaves. I wonder if the pole feels like the only naked person in the middle of the grocery store.)

Uh-oh. I see that I have slipped into anthropomorphic mode. I do that sometimes when my poles are dancing.

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