Personal observations as I look at life leaving bread crumbs to provoke, prod and ask myself and others "what if?" and "what could be?" and "what is our calling?"
I really wanted to write tonight. The fog in Minnesota has lifted and we actually saw the blue sky for the first time in days. My brain and little spirit were trying desperately to spaz like a cat attacking its own shadow. If you could crumple your computer screen like wads of paper I would have a bio hazard scattered all over my floor. In the end I guess all I really wanted to say has been said. When I gaze out to the first moon I’ve seen in several nights my thoughts go forth into the night to those I love, those I don’t know who are in pain, and to the world at large. And though it was not Gabriel Oak’s intent in the book, “Far From the Maddening Crowd,” when he spoke, I think for tonight he speaks my heart
And at home by the fire, whenever you look up, there I shall be -- and whenever I look up there will be you.
And with that, I leave my love note on the refrigerator of life to all.
I have begun a path, though I know not where, to a journey’s end that is calling. Along the way I pause to absorb the metaphors and images of this life, which are so precious. Here you shall find me brave, you shall find me pondering, you shall find me searching, and you shall find me collecting the images and metaphors like shells upon the beach. I am very much like the little monkey wearing a dapper hat, playing the cymbals and drum and dancing a jig. I do not have it all figured out, I may be learning to write, but one thing I do know and that is how to collect the shells on the beach of my beloved Gulf Shores. I offer these shells to you.
