“Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose” ~ Justin Hayward, the Moody Blues
Purring lap cat, hot, rich coffee. It’s an exceptionally quiet morning. If there has been any traffic noise from US 64, I haven’t noticed. No animal sounds either. As for me . . . well, yesterday was strenuous. And bizarre. I don’t need to go all hyperbolic to express the strenuousness. Intense stuff. Let’s leave it at that. But, bizarre? Yeh. That one’s hard to explain. Again, no hyperbole. I have no need to convince anyone except myself, and I already know, so WTF, right? What I’m saying is that I’m more tired than usual. Well-earned tiredness too, I might add. Good sleep. Long enough. And to top it all off, last night was the first time this year that I have been able to leave the window open while I slept. The pleasure in that is also something that I will not try to express adequately. I refuse to use an exclamation point. Now, moving forward . . . . I got a lesson in perspective, early yesterday morning, while on the job. An exceptionally beautiful young woman complimented me. Just last week she complimented me on my hair, which has grown out all long and wavy and stuff. Yesterday she called me handsome. Small stuff, right? Yes and no. No . . . wait . . . yes. Whatever. Sometimes I get flustered and confused. The woman is maybe half my age. A thought like that comes to mind, and all it really did this time was to make me furrow my brow in perplexity (I do that a lot anyway). It was a simple compliment, no mas. What’s age got to do with it? It’s all about perspective, and how soul stuff pushes forth and tickles my intellect and inner bard to express the wordless wonder of life. With soul stuff it’s all about connection – interconnectivity. You’ve heard that we are all one . . . . what the heck am I doing? I’m smiling, inside and out. I’ve been reminded of that greater world that encompasses our mundane world. Once in a while I feel it consciously. Many years ago I got to enter that greater world. I need to be reminded once in a while, just how little we know of magic. For me, magic is sometimes expressed through the beaming smile of a beautiful young woman. That’s all I’m saying. The rest is just words.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.