She Who Happened Through

“Popular culture is a place where pity is called compassion, flattery is called love, propaganda is called knowledge, tension is called peace, gossip is called news, and auto-tune is called singing.” ~ Criss Jami

“Simply touching a difficult memory with some slight willingness to heal begins to soften the holding and tension around it.” ~ Stephen Levine

“I do not admire the excess of a virtue like courage unless I see at the same time an excess of the opposite virtue, as in Epaminondas, who possessed extreme courage and extreme kindness. We show greatness not by being at one extreme, but by touching both at once and occupying all the space in between.” ~ Blaise Pascal

Here’s to the first day of Spring. I’m sitting here with kind of a wow feeling bouncing around in my cauldron like a pinball; and if by the mere mention of pinball you conjured up the sounds of Pete Townsend wailing on his Les Paul, well, I have to say you got it just right. I was once a minor-class pinball wizard, but I have not played in years. Do they even have those things anymore? Back in the early 90s I used to play long into the early hours of the morning with the true love of my life, Lori Mellon. Two, maybe three, o’clock, a fair amount of beer in us, copious nicotine, and a love deeper than the sky. That was us. I drank draft Budweiser with a chunk of lime at the bottom and she had her Miller Lite. It was a good arrangement. I wrote at length about our time together over the pinball table, in my book, but not here, not today. Tis the succinctness of feelings that still hold me fast to Lori’s memories. She died in a car crash, down near Fort Meyers, in the Summer of ’95. I’m crying at the moment. Heck, I’ll admit it, since I was just sitting here trying to catch my breath, she still leaves me breathless after all these years. Big girl, 5′ 10″, IQ of 167, buff athletic build from soccer, yet she had a softness to her that absolutely drove her crazy at times. She was often kind of annoyed at my propensity for tenderness. Too bad, lady, it comes with the package. I’d say things like that to get her to laugh and smile and friggin loosen up a little. That smile dazzled me. I remain dazzled to this very day. And this day is the Vernal Equinox, and a Full Moon to boot. That’s probably why Lori came to me this morning: the Veil is way thin, and when that happens you never can tell who might happen through.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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