“She was the storm, she was the lightning…” ~ Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
It’s all uproar; all of it. Bipolar boy here can’t tell up from down, which is simply the quintessence of Light come home, as simple as can be. All that can be said at the moment is that one is within the spectrum still, somewhere along the line, where rising or falling are pretty much irrelevant designations, devoid of destination. I savor the choice in this cluster of moments. The illness has been overridden for now, yet it is growling, wanting the punch any metaphor that might mosey along square in the solar plexus. I kind of like it. I am smack dab in the middle of a tectonic shift in life, where all is love, all squirmy, all dreamlike, and all things rolled into one. The Shadow, the Ally, stands infirmly, arms crossed across his midsection, foot tapping away to beat the band, trying to look like a tough guy, but he only looks like a teacher, and that is, for now, his destiny. We are in this together. Now, you might say that my half a year hermit gig twisted me in some way uncertain, to which I would respond “and your point is . . . ?”. And I’ve gone back to work, at my new job. It’s a storm, my friends. The will this change is calling forth from my soul has penetrated further into the realms of need to where it has ended up calling out Spirit. Spirit came and is lingering, ready to help. As an introvert I am pretty much in a deer in the headlights mode as I give service to the diverse public, which passes before me in the checkout line, and all smile except for the grouches. Friggin nitwits. Compassion for nitwits comes easy for me. But there was one, one moment when I looked up from whatever part of the checkout process I was performing, and when our eyes met they locked. It was one of those cosmic moments, just outside of time. Perfect stranger, and here I am like all “good to see you again”. I love it when that happens. I’ve zero idea what she was thinking but the look in her eyes told me that she saw it too, whatever ‘it’ was. We humans have the ability to connect on a soul level, when quantum entanglement wields its Trickster skills. And skilled it is. I don’t know what to think so I don’t. But it is another work day, and a big 20% off sale will be underway. Come on down.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.