Cheryl and the Baby Dolphins

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“We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.”  ~ William Butler Yeats

It is a kind of dreamy morning. I could put it off forever, this writing thing. But I’ve roused myself finally. The stars are pale. Neighborhood dogs barking occasionally in the distance. Peaceful. My mind is stirred, sometimes fiercely, by our national political uproar. It’s been hard for me to distance myself from the major problems in store. If this is what chaos looks like, well, at least I understand something. Confusion is nothing new. For some reason my old friend Cheryl is on my mind this morning. I haven’t heard from her in many years. We lost touch right around the time my mom died. Cheryl and I spoke numerous time during mom’s last months, she being a kind of counselor for me. That is one thing that appealed so strongly to me, her good soul and her sincere allegiance to a spiritual life. I could go on for quite a while about her. It was her physical beauty that first drew me to her. Wow. But I soon found much more in her that attracted me to her. But why this morning? I don’t know. As I was sitting on the deck a few minutes ago I had a vivid memory of sitting on the narrow landfill jetty of Plantation Yacht Harbor Resort, at the edge of Florida Bay. Sailboats and powerboats in the harbor. We’d been free riding our bicycles along the backroads of Plantation Key for two hours, and on our way back south we stopped by to sit on the jetty. I’d just returned from a trip to Massachusetts. This was right after Hurricane Andrew. The Keys had been spared from the wrath of the big storm, but nerves were raw. I’d been in a mystical state during my visit up north, to spend some time with my bestie, Sharon. Cheryl wanted to hear it all, she being a mystic as well. So, anyway. There, as we sat on the little jetty, came dolphins, with two babies in tow. It was one of the more impactful animal encounters I have known. Baby dolphins! Wow. Just wow. When Cheryl and I were together magic was never far away. I wanted to marry her. No, really. But she wanted big money and that ain’t happenin with this man; not then, not now. That is what allows the magic to endure. Don’t ask me to explain. We had some marvelous intimate adventures together. I miss her. Now, moving forward, today is massage day, the the petsitting gig this evening. I seriously need the massage, and chatting with the massage therapist is always a pleasure. The session is early, 9 AM. With hours between the massage and the petsitting there is much I could do, many practical measures, but I don’t want to waste the profound relaxation by tightening up at speed by going all responsible and stuff. It all can wait. Sometimes responsibility toward one’s personal well-being, especially spiritual stuff, takes precedence. That’s likely why Cheryl came to mind. The spiritual side of life. I’m all knotted up and it need to be attended to. Of course, I will somewhat test the peace I will find today by going the see the pets a couple of hours early, because there is satellite TV there and I can watch MSNBC. I love that channel. I can get some in depth analysis of the truly astonishing things that are fairly exploding in the US. In depth analysis that is not mine. My current phase of life is one in which I need to just flow, and not take myself so seriously by letting my inner drive do all the work. That quiet space within is more like it. Analysis and giving weight to thoughts can wait.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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