Thursday, April 12, 2018

When there's less of it to waste

You know might be getting irretrievably nestled into middle age when you hear this song and suddenly and poignantly and really get the lyrics to the point that you are also crying.

You are also hormonal and middle aged.

And grateful.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Put expression in your eyes

React, respond, react all day long, and into the night, too. Click that, swipe here, peck and type and tell. It's no wonder all I want to do is push a needle and thread in and out of canvas. Those rote motions will make a picture, whereas my scroller finger scrolling daylong and thumb swiping "after hours" won't. It just won't.

Is a balanced diet possible? Maybe I need a restrictive diet.

Plant planting season can't come soon enough.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

I never wanna live without you babe

I don't know if I've ever thrown back or TBT-ed here but I don't want to take the time to go back and look because I gotta get down to the more immediate past: when I was hanging on a wooden structure over Tampa Bay with a mouth full of tart and creamy Key Lime pie and watching the lights on the water and hearing this.

It all just...belonged together.

Friday, December 08, 2017

Was magic in the air?

"Make your own dream.

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you."

John Lennon, 1980

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

I guess I'll know when I get there

I've sort of kept this one to myself during all these years (semi-years, okay) of this thing here, and that's on purpose. It's a talisman, and I know I've said there are others, and there are, but this is a real one.

It's not to play on a computer, in close quarters.

I waited until I was outside and could see the sky to hear this yesterday. It was the first thing I heard today, on the radio in the kitchen, tuned to music in the morning because there's not really another way to start out these days.

It doesn't have a lot of words, but every word matters. And the space between the words, I have to believe, is deliberate.
Well I started out [   ] down a dirty road
Started out [   ] all alone
And here I am again, trying to summon emotion to grasp the un-graspable, when someone leaves when it's just utterly not the time (in fact, here this is just a week ago), and trying to fill the space with...something.

Maybe the space has to just be    space.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

You have done what no one thought could be

Stevie always happens just when you need him. Always. This wasn't even a shuffle event. This was my finger blindly opening Songs in the Key of Life as I clickwheeled my ipod in the blinding, second-day-of-summer sun.