Something happened…
I made a decision and a choice to go down a particular path and ended up somewhere between the mountains, desert and forest
Something happened and I ended up in hell though I can’t quite tell you how. Might have been that left at Albuquerque or maybe on I-70 just outside of Columbus.
Some say we live a thousand lives and the one I am in now is based upon decisions and choices I made during a different time.
They say I was shown a glimpse of the future and that I took this life on knowing what would come and with the understanding I had the ability to manage and handle it all.
It is a nice idea, a nice sentiment and a comfort I suppose. But I also believe we have no predetermined future or path and that we have no option other than to handle what comes.
And yet I have reason to believe other than this and that some people and things will come along regardless.
Something happened and I pulled myself out of hell and discovered along the way that I was required to run back in.
So I did because I had to pull someone out. Had to fight Old Scratch with one hand and use my other to protect my charge and myself.
Got us both up, out and back on stable ground but life has never been the same and never will be.
That is ok, something happened.
Will You Sing With Johnny
There is no question nor period at the end of the subhead. No punctuation because it is up to others to determine what they wish to do.
Red dress, blue dress, run close, run away, near, far or whatever.
The moon calls out to us and the sun smiles down upon our exposed shoulders warming our bodies.
I had made a decision to go a different way and then something happened.
So now I hear Johnny’s voice and I sit with his words.
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
I really do remember everything.
Some of it is bitter, but most of it is sweet.
Most of it is a reminder that I am alive.
Got on the phone with someone for the first time in more than eight years because something happened.
Dug deep and looked in the darker spaces and places because I needed to see what the closet held. Was time to either clean or use some things.
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Been in touch with relatives on in four different countries to compare stories and family history.
Haven’t learned anything of particular note or exceptionally stunning and am not surprised. So many of the decisions and choices we make are based on relatively simple ideas/concepts.
We move for opportunity.
Sometimes that is based upon financial opportunity and sometimes based upon a desire to be closer to family.
Sometimes it is based upon safety and sometimes for a mix of all of the above.
I would like to have heard firsthand why some of my relatives moved to confirm if their choices were based upon the things I suspect they were, but in many ways I suppose it doesn’t matter.
I would like to hear their stories from them and find out if we share any particular things in common.
Curiosity makes me wonder what I would find out if I went back four or five generations. Do I share any physical traits in common with the men?
Do we have similar interests in hobbies and or foods? What kind people were they like?
If I spoke to them about some of the moments in my life and how they lead to this one would they nod in understanding.
If I said something happened would they get it. Would they follow the idea even though decades upon decades separate us.
Would shared humanity and human desire be enough to bridge that gap.
I think so and not just because something happened.
But the path I am on now is because of that.
Too soon to say if it is a course correction or a branching off for an adventure.
Something happened.
