“Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.” ~ Neil Gaiman
The mind feels young, the body feels nearly old. The feeling today, a Sunday, is lazy. My schedule is more active than I am comfortable with, but it will be done. It’s that old comfort zone thing; you have to stretch it once in a while or it gets brittle, then you get the stretch whether you want it or not.
That’s it for philosophy this morning. Or is it? I watched an old movie last night: “Finding Forrester”. Deeply inspirational, it is also thought-provoking. I highly recommend it, especially for writers. I need the inspiration lately. Things are getting too drab, and my writing suffers for it. Drabness sucks, especially when it is life that goes dull. Of course there is always the cats. They give inspiration in small doses. There is nothing drab about kittens. And yet, I had another of those all too rare encounters yesterday, with a person who captivated me, enchanted me, and when it was over I found myself with my right hand flat against my chest over my heart. That is how you know it is real. Curiously I did not want the stranger to leave, but I had work to do. Not a loss here, it was a gain. When you feel life force kick in and it kicks out the jams you’ve got yourself facing yourself. Something happens. Something plucks you rapidly out of the trance of regularity. Someone, a stranger, touched you on some level of richness and wonder. Yes, it was a woman, and yes she was powerfully beautiful, inside and out, and even if I never see her again I have grown. It’s a treasure. Treasuring yourself seems to be the key here. We deserve to feel our life force rising to a rare peak. Life force strikes love into being and the drabness vaporizes, and the vapors go to the head for a time. Held gently in an eye-lock she and I fumbled our words upon parting. “Yeah, sure, okay, ummm, bye”. Back and forth, as if from the same script, as if we both needed, struggled to find a way to move onto the rest of our respective days. It happened, we achieved the goal. I don’t know what she did but I move back into my work muttering “wow”, again and again. I want to see her again. She had lost her cat. Maybe.
That was a rather personal sharing, right? No problem. I don’t mind sharing intensity like this. A smile goes with it, of course. Smiles and laughter make the world softer and less tense. The world can use all of that we can muster. My hand laying flat over my heart is what made it all real. Otherwise it might have been just another chance meeting. I’m lucky. I found a gift and a treasure. Should I thank the Universe for that? The Goddess? Let’s just make it . . . the Three Fates? Providence? Serendipity? No need to choose nor designate in any way. It is what it is, right? Yup. Boy howdy I’ve been gifted sweetly. Now let’s move on.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.