“Nothing is more revealing than movement. The body says what words cannot.” ~ Martha Graham
“Here tail moved, in another dimension, as if its tip was catching messages her other organs could not. She sat poised, air-light, looking, hearing, feeling, smelling, breathing, with all of her, fur, whiskers, ears—everything, in delicate vibration.” ~ Doris Lessing
“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~ Carl Jung
A sense of monotony has over recent days come to assail me in search of a host. It starts with the weather. For some strange reason I have been finding myself annoyed at the deep cold mornings, with their stubborn persistence in coming one right after another, after another. Keep moving. That’s the best I can do to guard against the cold, both metaphorical cold and empirical cold. My life is a cluster of dilemmas lately, and I guess you could even call it a time of crisis. Without going into details, I am faced with a decision that has me wishing that I had good and wise counsel – like King Solomon, Marcus Aurelius, or maybe even George Carlin. Marcus is the one I find myself trending toward. I don’t sense that he would advise I face the future full on, rather that I just oughtta maybe not go gently into that good night. Ooops – that was Dylan Thomas. I once had lunch at the White Horse Tavern in the East Village – grilled cheese, fries, and a pint of Bass Ale. The tavern is said to be where Thomas had his last drink, shortly before his death on the streets of New York City. After lunch I found a bookstore and browsed until I came across “The Aquarian Conspiracy”, which I then purchased for the bus ride back to the islands. On another trip to NYC I found myself standing on the spot where John Lennon succumbed to murder. There I was, at 2 AM, doing such a thing. None of this is relevant to my period of crisis, nor to the fact that I gotta get my assets into gear. Workday, don’tcha know. I’m just riffing here. It’s that big decision that’s got me riffing when I maybe oughtta should be Mr. 100% Practical. That ain’t gonna happen. It’s a good day. No need to pin it down or second guess it. Says me.
All is well. Goof gloriously.