August 2009 Archives
Wish I was, on a wide warm porch. Watching the beautiful light change, listening to the Summer winding down. Breathing in the air, deep. With open hours sweeping out ahead, and a hand to hold.
Life is like an infinite tree: Endless choices, paths, probabilities branching off in all directions. We choose some, miss most of the others and, sometimes, have the limbs we are on wither and fall away. I guess we can learn to move through that tree better as we go along. Miss out on fewer possibilities. Cultivate the treasures we have, while we have them. Maybe that's why we feel loss more intensely as we get older; we become much more aware of the pruning.
Thought about this, thought about that -- with the heat coming down. Mood coming down.
Shift away from that: No Brightside. So:
These habitual rituals... Putting in my earring (because I don't wear it to work and it reminds me that I'm an artist at heart), putting on my "carpe diem" pendant (because I'm off tomorrow and I wear that when I'm feeling free). Cooking a pizza, chilling a beer; got a date with myself, heh heh. Think I'll buy the album, too. A gift from me-to-me....
And clean my glasses, so I can see better.
This break-up has been hard (though I don't know of any that are easy). Two things changed for me today though, on the drive home from work. One: I realized that I'll never get her back. And, Two: I acquired a new appreciation for Stevie Ray Vaughan -- and the Blues in general. It's funny how such life-changing things can just pop into existence while you are staring through a windshield at early afternoon traffic. But there it is.
I was going to make a bitter toast to the ending of my "vacation". I was holding the wine glass in my hand to do it. Looking past the red liquid, I could see the sun shining in the trees. Not a big thing. But cynicism suddenly seemed childish. There is so much I don't understand -- but I am learning some things. So I re-chose my worlds to myself.
Life really is good (though good isn't simple), the world is beautiful (though beauty isn't safe) and, if I was going to drink to anything, I should toast something worthwhile.
So I drank to love.
I don't understand that, either, but I know it's part of the truth.
