Usually the time to write hits me at the worst possible times. Like, during work.

Or while I’m in a fitting room trying to squeeze into jeans that aren’t really jeans — they’re those GD jeggings. Jeggings be damned. Those things should be BURNED.

WHO looks good in jeggings? I’m talking to those of you who aren’t sticks weighing 110. Those of us who happen to have an ass and thighs. Beats the hell out of me. But! Power to you if you can pull off the jegging. I’m already envious. Go ahead, sister. Work those things.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately … well, since France, in depth, soul deep thinking. All that prayer and holiness starts to do a number on you. So I prayed and I contemplated and I tried not to think about the bigger life questions — except when in prayer, meditation and at those magnificent églises. OH, and when I was around art.

Somehow art gets me going on life, too.

I already mentioned my big revelation, the message from The People : that we must care for one another.

I swear, People. Every time I get a crystal clear message, it feels like such an f-ing letdown. Isn’t it usually? We’re waiting for some big moment, some miraculous words, but typically they are the ordinary ones that change shit up.

Mother Theresa, Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Ghandi … they all shared common messages of love and peace. Look at how much those bad asses did.

I’ve laughed about this caring for each other. I’ve asked The People, what kind of touchy feely BS IS THAT?!

And we already know what TC thinks.

But I thought about it … extensively. I thought about it the remainder of my days in Paris, every time I saw a homeless person. I couldn’t even write about it, it was so distressing.

The number of homeless in one of the wealthiest cities in the world. You have people living in 15 million Euro apartments and literally outside their door someone sits in rags with bleeding feet.

This is the shit that keeps me awake at night. These are the things that I cannot wrap my mind around. Because. The resources are there. The food is there.

This is not a statement of, we cannot do anything, we have nothing to give. This is a question of, we have what we need, now what are we going to do about it?

I bring this up, not because I have the answers, but because I want, more than anything — to figure out a solution. Something. I want this world to be better every single day, every person I come in contact with, and I happen to believe, you want the same thing, too.

So.

I asked and asked and asked. I got pissed off at The Universe that so many are suffering, so many need help, so much violence … what to do!!

And I’m met with, care for each other.

You can see how I easily blew that one off, right? I thought something like, well isn’t that just so f-ing lovely. What THE F can I do with that!

Then I thought better, because I thought of all our smarty, mastery, bad assey peeps as referenced above. And hell! If they could make shit happen, there’s no reason why we can’t. I mean, I think. I’m hoping here.

So I continued to think about this caring for and taking care of each other. The more I thought about it, the more revolutionary the whole idea became.

I started putting it into practice in Paris. Every time I saw someone in need, I did something. My way of taking care. These, by no means, were what I would deem “big things”. I currently am operating at A Total Taurus Budget of one, which pre-Paris, seemed pretty small. In Paris, or wherever you are, when you see your fellow People with absolutely nothing, your budget seems to instantaneously sixteentuple.

And I thought, to hell with it! I don’t need to buy anything anyway. I’ll just spend it on my People. Besides, everything is so damn Americanized and gloablized. Abercrombie and Fitch and Banana Republic on the Champs Freaking Elsyees. What a joke.

Anyway. My point here is: I took care. And it was really freaking awesome.

I never knew the power of hope food could have on someone. Or the way a child’s eyes light up at maybe the only toy car they’ve ever gotten.

The more of these things I did, the more I wanted to do. Even TC started getting in on the action and was so pleased at all the, May God Bless you, Monsieur that he received. He figured for each blessing he got, it had to be equivalent to like 20 plus points with God.

What I’m saying is really nothing new. It goes back to what I’ve written before … about doing what we can and if we all did our part, how quickly things could change.

But somehow, caring for each other, has resonated more strongly in me, word wise, at least. Maybe if we all cared for one another in our times of need — which might have nothing to do with physical resources — we would be working on helping and loving people from the inside out.

And when we take the time for the inner, the outer will be transformed. It has to be. It’s a Universal Truth.

I don’t know how to do any of this, People. I don’t. I don’t have the best way to go about it or some game plan. My only “plan” so far is simply to take care. In whatever way I am able to when I see it.

Maybe it’s as simple as this? There’s only one way to find out.