Well, some days are just better than others. I am understating this somewhat; I will try again. Some weeks, no, some months, are just better than others.
Attila and I are having the time of our lives.
As I drove home from the printers today, stopped in traffic, I thrilled as suddenly a bird called from the top of a tall tree. The warm sun on my arm penetrated every cell in my body setting me afire with a sense of deep excitement. My heart raced. My ears sang. I have never been happier in my life. If this can happen in a traffic jam in the middle of a hot, muggy, afternoon, just think of the possibilities!
What is happening that is so very special?
Not One Single Thing
We eat. We sleep. We read. We bicker. We laugh. We play cards. We pontificate.
I fly into sudden rages, so intense that spontaneous combustion seems inevitable. Seconds later the air has cleared and I am left stunned and content... It helps that Attila is off working his fields, leaving my rages victimless as they careen through the landscape.
The luxury of extremity is at last mine. There are no young minds to lead astray, leaving me to explore the true extent of my own willfulness, my own predilections, and my own desires.
Ah, and what do I desire, you may ask.
Well, today I desire bagels and grapes. Today I eat bagels and grapes. One has to start somewhere with this wild desire stuff, best not to overdue it until I get the hang of things. I am already considering what I might desire tomorrow...
We had a short visit from Steve Paul Simms this past week; he was in our fair city doing his Minstrel show for seniors. Music is such a powerfully innocent medium - it can effortlessly call an old woman into her youth, into the arms of love.
Steve Paul brought along a new CD from Clela Errington, "In the Eddy". A beautiful voice is truly a gift, and barring the possession of such a gift, it is wonderful to receive the recording.
This afternoon I laughed so hard, I nearly hurt myself. Singer/Songwriter Sam Larkin sent me an email to let me know he has a new web site up and running. I was having a good chuckle as I explored the site, but when I clicked on the "explicit photo" link my guffaws were loud enough to alarm the next door neighbors through my open windows. Is it really Sam? Who knows what fetching image an artist might adopt to charm the public.
I will close this tome of wisdom, and leave you to ponder which gods are enjoying what revenues.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Acorn on the verge of spring.
By the Easy Chair
Song of the River
by Sue Harrison
"he has directed that the gods shall continue to enjoy the revenues of the temples"
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