“I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.” ~ Franz Kafka
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” ~ George Carlin
And so, in conclusion I . . . oh, wait. I’ve hardly even begun this post and I am already on about some conclusion or other. My bad. I don’t know what got into me. Geez, is this the way I live my life? It’s a short post kind of morning. Awake at 3 AM. When I first stepped outside the room, only minutes later, the beautiful sounds of a coyote hunt graced my weary mind. They were off in the distance to the north, and I listened further as they came south. I knew that whatever they were chasing was in for it. My day began with the sounds of the wild world in my heart, called forth by those I heard out in the world. One in the same, if you ask me. One thing – and then I will wrap this up – that got me into this brevity mode was seeing a DVD on the shelf at Video Casa yesterday; a film about some guy spending time with Hemingway in Havana. I got to thinking about a writer’s world, and would I ever be a great writer. That made me feel dizzy, and I got all cocky, and then I drove home and it went away. Weird. I blog therefor I am, right? Yeh, that works. My psychotherapy session yesterday took me into talking about my neurological issues. The tiny seizure, almost three years ago, was such a profound and impactful event in my life. Why? Come to realize that the ER doctor who told me no way no how did I have a seizure went on, not long after, to commit suicide. I had seen him as an arrogant prick in the way he patronized me. But something else was going on there. Life is painfully interesting some times. This is a revelation about the doctor. Other professionals confirmed that it was indeed a seizure. And so my day begins. It will be a good one.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.