“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
I almost couldn’t bear to watch the Dodgers because I want them so desperately to win. It is a silly thing, nothing major will change if they win or lose.
There will be no peace or injustice due to their victory or loss and they will not know of my joy or sadness so to an extent there is no reason to place much weight in the outcome.
But given a year such as this the simple things make a difference and those few that remind us of normalcy and take the edge off are to be celebrated a bit.
There is merit in simple joy or should I say benefit that comes from simple joy in a time of chaos. So we take the happiness where we find it and appreciate it easing the way for a moment.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
All That You Love
I love this copy of Eclipse and keep it playing over and over again but something in it resonates with me. I think if I told Brother Pablo that I ache and ache and ache he would understand.
He would say when June comes it will change one way or the other.
Speaking of change I might have stumbled into something big. Might have figured out something that has potential to change a bunch of stuff.
Makes me want to hop on a flight to Atlanta and then back to LA.
I hear Bob Marley in my head and see things happening, big things, good things, amazing things.
I see the darkness lifting and the light coming.
The ache and emptiness are not soon to leave, but not eternal guests.
Stumbled across an extended Barry song, like it, but probably not my favorite one.
There is magic in the moonlight, you just need to have the balls to reach out and grab it or accept the consequences of not trying.
And that is the flotsam and jetsam of a Friday night, or is it.