Friday, September 18, 2020

Made Friends With The Ghosts


Never been one to visit the gravesites. Maybe if my memories were all in tiny, natural settings I would be more likely to connect with the ones I miss. I do find myself talking to the spirits more often these days. Oh, I don't expect them to answer. 

Now, I don't believe in luck but, if I did, I would describe myself as lucky. I've seen both ends of the rainbow and the green flash. Twice.

Learning to love is the easy part. Paying attention is the trick.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Love In The Ether


It occurs to me that I broadcast on a very limited frequency. Oh, my signal is loud. In fact, it can be annoying. It's not easy to tune me in though. 

Now, one thing I know is that a message preached to an audience that doesn't want it is breath wasted.

That sentence reads so smug. Good. Maybe I can let it serve as an example of what I'm trying to say. I have never felt like I know something that you don't. I've never thought of myself as the smartest person in the room. I've never cared.

What I offer you is what has been in front of you all your life. They told me in Sunday school and they told me in the first grade. I was lucky enough to have a family that showed me by example. Just allow love to be your default setting.

That's what all the major religions are based on before they get hijacked. That's what meditation is about. Maybe you're not as fortunate as I've been to have such examples everywhere at every turn. Rescue a dog. Mentor a kid.

Love and truth.

I'm an acquired taste.

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

The Boy Who Met Elvis

The whole thing was in her mind. I feigned a demure attitude- "Well, I never really met him. I mean, well, he knew my name and, of course I knew his. We shook hands. We talked. I was a kid. He was the King of Rock'n'Roll."

For some reason, my sweet friend knew me very well. She knew, absolutely, that meeting Elvis Presley made me the person that I am today. Oh, she knew about my family life and she was aware of my background. In fact, we were introduced by another woman who had worked on a documentary about me. I married that one for a short time.

Life's funny.

She rented the finest gear and hired technical wizards. She filmed and probed and cajoled. We laughed and cried. I sang and primped and posed. Visions of awards and accolades danced as she shot and she was more than happy to share them.

Thursday, August 27, 2020

No Happy Endings


I have obsessed over the idea that I write the same song over and over since it first occurred to me. Now, suddenly, I realize that there are only a few stories. The joy is in the variations. 

The stories, I suppose, all begin with some form of, "Once upon a time...".

Eventually boy meets girl. Nobody lives happily ever after. Ever.

With that in mind, I hope you love and sing and dance. I hope you laugh often and cuddle when you can. Enjoy the company of children when you get the opportunity and pet every dog. Read the books that remind you of our connection and watch all the movies make you laugh or cry.

Try not to judge and love with all your might. Your only role in the balance of good and evil is to tip the scale in the right direction.

You're doing fine. Enjoy it all.

Saturday, August 22, 2020

No Glory Days


So Mahatma drank urine and slept with nubile, young women. I'm feeling pretty good about myself, here. I didn't sleep with nubile young women when I was young! I certainly never touch the urine. Lips that touch urine will never touch mine.

Oh, I don't mean to judge. Gandhi remains at the tippy top of my list of heroes. It's a long list. It gets longer.

My problem, if I have a problem, is that I don't have glory days. I never sold many records, never made any money. I don't remember ever winning a trophy, and I'm pretty sure that I would be bragging shamelessly about it now if I had. 

I'll tell you this, boys- I've heard the prettiest music and laughed with the sweetest folks and held the best dogs in the world. I'm old but I'm not done. Keep an eye on me.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Friday, August 21, 2020

Seeing Spots


"How much time does she have, Hansel?"

"Two months. At the most."

She made it exactly two months. Towards the end I would find myself counting her pain pills. I knew that when they were gone, it was over.

Now, a couple of years later, I'm always aware of how many B-12 lozenges are left in the container. I'm not really sure what I'm calculating. As I understand it, we all have obsessive compulsions. It's a disorder when they interfere with a normal life. 

I've never lived a normal life.

Sunday, August 16, 2020

The Lobster's Revenge


Turns out I'm not a bad cook. Who knew? 

Not only have I never put my nose to any grindstone, I don't have a single regret about it. Bumbling through life has provided for every need and kept me considering all possibilities over a really long haul. Oh, I wish I had been more patient, more understanding. 

The real mystery, to me, is just how lucky I've been.

Hey, I ate mercury right from the thermometer and rode my bike in the DDT cloud behind the mosquito truck. 

Now cardinals bring me greetings from the ones I've lost and cicadas provide Om. It occurs to me, at last, that one person can't fight. It's not my job to convince anyone of anything. Nobody ever had to work at love. You just don't get in its way.