Sunday, August 19, 2018

Iron In The Water






The real me, the physical body that shows up for the dance, is like a dog that stays in the yard. For the most part. Oh, I've been a few places and I've seen a few things, but for the most part, I stick around home.

My heart and my mind, now, that's a horse of a different color. Well, I suppose those are horses of different colors, to be more precise.

Most of my life has been misspent on unrealistic romantic entanglement.

Romance gave up on me some time back, leaving me time to pursue rock climbing or origami or orchid cultivation. Mostly I sit around and watch "Father Knows Best" reruns or cable news and fantasize about life with Elinor Donahue or Ashley Parker.

It's a life.


 

Something We Forget





Love is not something that we learn. It's something that we forget. 

Maybe you can't teach an old dog new tricks. An old dog might very well recall old tricks, however. I remember days when I trusted everyone, when judgement didn't occur to me. Yeah, I can recall loving without fear. Days before my first broken heart.

Either I'm very lucky or very unlucky. Depends on whom you ask, I suppose. I've not grown up that much. Let me thank an adoring mother, a doting grandmother and rock'n'roll. 

I love you.




Saturday, August 18, 2018

Socially Awkward






The concept of power is really amusing when it comes to humans. Nobody has power over you that you don't give them. 

When I saw a newspaper ad for Volvos years ago, I asked a friend what he thought of the deal. He looked it over and declared it a bargain. I explained that I was interested but was afraid that I wasn't the type to pull up in a Volvo. 

He nodded and looked me up and down before he pointed out that I wasn't the type to pull up in anything.

That's my life. I've mopped floors, flunkied for the government, managed real estate offices, promoted concerts, packaged mortgages, written for newspapers and scooped mud from the bottom of barges.

Over six decades folks have hitched their wagon to my dim star. Powerful folks have promised to make me rich. Famous. To be honest, nobody has promised me anything for a good while now.

Do you suppose those folks thought they saw something special in me or do you think that I just posed the ultimate challenge?

Who cares? I liked that Volvo and I wouldn't know what to do with money if I had it.




Friday, August 17, 2018

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Horny Holy Men






Beware the made up mind. Yours, mine or anybody else's. Sitting here, waiting for things to make sense, is like waiting for rain in the desert. 

Over a lifetime, my personal definition of karma has evolved. 

Now? We'll see.






Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Grace Beats Karma Every Time






Don't take any of it too seriously. You know how it all ends. I'm thinking that everyday kindness just might be our most underrated commodity. It seems to me that I learn a little, then have to learn it again. 

Sometimes it feels like life is just a distraction, but from what?

Love is the only thing that I see that has any value. I've spent a lifetime trying to nail water to the wall. Try to give love away and they're suspicious. I'm just beginning to figure some of this stuff out. You just love.




Tuesday, August 14, 2018

What Color's The Rainbow, Mama?






There are no explanations. The more random the universe seems, the more patterns I see, the more miracles I encounter. I'm grateful to be just bright enough to understand how little I know.

Here's what Jamaica taught me:

Don't worry about dignity. It's all about grace.