Hi. It's been weird. I've been good.
Truth to tell, I've been really good. It's funny; Last night I had a dream where I was in a tall hotel with no curtains on the windows, and outside there was a freak storm with high winds making some windows bow in and out, and the ground was repeatedly getting struck by lightning. When I went back to my room, I saw my reflection and was shocked to discover that I had long hair again. Not just long hair, mind you, but really long hair. I thought: "That's going to be hard to maintain." Somewhere off in the distance I could hear my computer calling, and I went to respond, knowing that distances mean nothing on the Internet...or in dreams....
That's when I woke up to encounter an apartment slowly baking in the sun like an adobe oven. Immediately, my thoughts were six thousand miles away, two thousand miles away, and ground zero. There I watch - in my waking dream - a girl seeking love and family, a family battling storms but waiting for a hurricane that may never come, and a whole city of individuals moving past, especially when you take a moment to breathe...and watch...and consider them.
Is it possible to miss people whom I've never met? Do people who have moved on still help us? There are no answers. There is only work to do, things to learn, and new people to meet. It is all about evolution, about constantly moving past the scenery, admiring it all along, and when you see someone stopping to catch their breath, know that they are learning something from your movement and direction.
Here's to considering them as well:
Happy birthday, Maxine
Safe journey, Robert
Godspeed, Bear
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