Can't Find My Rose-Colored Glasses

 

"Every ending is a beginning."

 Every time some hack types that, it's a new beginning. We're all just holding mirrors up to mirrors, aren't we? I seem to have run out of beginnings. Endings, too, for the most part. I was just sitting around waiting for an end to the pandemic or my life, whichever came first, until I realized I'm younger than both of those old white guys running for president. Well, one white and one more an apricot/tangerine, to be precise.

Somehow I seem to have avoided almost everything that scared me growing up. By growing up, I mean everything that happened to me up until yesterday. Yesterday at about 2:00 pm, again, to be precise.

Every heartbreak in my diary is loss.

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.

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.

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.