If you asked where I went I might say you could have read about it in the familiar places and elsewhere but it wouldn’t tell the story with the details some might want.
Could tell you about the great adventure I set out upon except I am still on it so saying I went doesn’t tell the full story either. Nor does telling you I stopped to contemplate Percy Bysshe Shelley beginning with Ozymandias, moving to Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips and then below because I have got to know.
I have stood at the castle walls looking for a glimpse of Jericho and walked away still singing our song even when there seemed to be no logical reason why.
But I am not surprised because we do not operate upon logic or reason. Sometimes we just ache and know precisely why we do and what must be done.
There are kings and queens, lords and ladies and men and women moving through the world but there are no differences, titles do not hide nor mask our human condition.
We are just people and sometimes under the right conditions we become something more because of our humanity, our frailty and fragility.
As my body breaks down and becomes less than it was I continue to push back against the tide to see if I can stop, slow and or reverse things.
Sometimes I can and sometimes I do.
That and life experience tell me the world is electric and we set more limitations upon ourselves than others do upon us.
Self imposed limits prevent you from taking that hand and going for a dance or a ride but it need not be like that unless you choose to let it,
The Magic Of Eight
Had a dream in which I heard someone talk about the magic of eight but can’t say whether it was referring to time or to a child’s toy.
Limited my use of social media in a dramatic way to see what sort of impact it would have upon me and walked away without a definitive answer.
In some ways it gave me more time and reduced my irritation with some things but in others it aggravated me. So now I shall take time to consider the how and why of it so I can decide how I wish to move forward and in what manner.
Can’t wait for summer to come for it is my favorite time of year and I can already taste, smell and touch the magic that it brings.
A new show is coming out that has my attention, but I don’t think it will hit here this summer, but that is ok, I plan on getting out and around a bit.
The caterpillar is ready to turn into a butterfly…maybe.