Lament the idol rider
Memories arise while one
Browses the aisles
A roadside gift shop
Search for the perfect
Piece of Identity
Dark hair
Dark eyes
Scent of sage and chocolate
Strong Arms
Wind blew in through
The Cracks
We looked upon
Rolling Hills
Jade Forests
Through grease-smeared glass
And Paradise resides
Beyond the Next
Blind Curve
Keep Scratching
Keep Detaching
You'll Strike A Nerve
Someday
Still raw from saying goodbye at the beginning of the month, but it's gotten a bit easier to breathe. Been receiving lovely messages from friends wanting us to know the many ways in which you helped them and provided countless good times that'll last as precious memories. I've been going through letters and photographs and that's been a good way to process all the jumbled emotions. Here are a few snapshots of the Summer of 2012 when you came to visit on your cross country drive to see Barb & Bernie. That was a solo trip you wanted to add to your list of I Did This! You did reach your destination and had a grand adventure with stories to share when the new school year started.
Speaking of road trips, I'm looking for the photos from our family vacations. I'm including this link because not only is it a beautiful story, but it's also about a place we visited to camp and fish. The Tuesday mentioned in the article made my breath catch in my throat.
I'll check in soon with more pictures and thoughts.
It's been two days since you left this place to start a new journey. Odd thing, time. It holds no meaning, serves no particular purpose Right Now since I'm bouncing all over the place with all sorts of Memories & Thoughts. I'll be sharing snippets and photos for a while until I can write a proper thing to describe who you were and what that means to me. I've reached out to the Indio & PacNW crews and those good folks have told me how much they love/admire/appreciate you. They've all relayed similar messages about how you helped them become better people, both for themselves and their loved ones. That's a pretty cool thing for your pals to feel and pass along.
I'll keep this ramble short, but wanted to share that the date you took off for greener fields adds up to be The Number Nine:
Nine is often associated with completion and fulfillment. It represents the end of a cycle, suggesting that something has reached its full potential or purpose.
And yes...I'm still playing guitar...
wedding bells sound the news your body's been found
scatter rice
throw the dice
vegas resounds with tourist traps and vice
while the tides rise along the left coast
fishing boats are lost at sea
now it's just you and me
to navigate this soundscape
without your discordant chords
For me, 2023 never really got out of the blocks. On a global level...?
Wars.
Environmental Disasters.
Mayhem of Every Design.
I'm nursing the sniffles and excited about a repair person coming over this afternoon to clean the dryer vent. What better way to ring in 2024? I'm catching a back to basics vibe for the new year. No declarations of losing weight, crossing off <fill in the blank> on Ye Olde Bucket List, changing careers. More like a literal and figurative cleaning of one's house. This past year has been one of accumulation, but not necessarily of objects and experiences that will propel me on my path. I need to get back to the work of creating rather than procuring. There's a lot of stuff cluttering my closets and noggin. So, over the next 12 months, I shall focus on the things that truly matter: Family, Friends & Cupcakes. This paired down list will keep the important stuff prominent in '24 and beyond.
Barbie, with her wicked business acumen, saw this seismic shift in the world of comms way before any in-the-trenches types were mysteriously summoned, in small batches, to a hard to find 4th floor conference room with nary an explanation as to why.
So the story goes...
A man dressed in black sat in front of a bank of windows typing on a silver laptop. He was accompanied by three women who also had their eyes focused on silver laptops. As citizens entered the room, any anticipation of bonuses being distributed because of A REALLY GOOD Q3 was DOA.
Released into the wild in two phases, there are those among us this holiday season who will take comfort in wassail and Gen Xmas carols.
My boss gave her team the holiday assignment of declaring the Island of Misfit Toys plaything with which each of us most identifies. That's some heavy stuff to ponder during these days of candles, cookies and EoY merrymaking. Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer is a stop-motion meditation on learning to love broken things, namely, ourselves.
Or is it?
There's a lot to unpack with a bird that doesn't fly. Why? Why does this bird not fly? Can it not take to the sky? Has it ever tried? Does its fishy tail prevent it from circling on high? Is it a lifestyle choice? Oh my.
This flightless bird doesn't clarify if it is incapable of taking flight.
Perhaps this is all an attempt to be something other than what it truly is.
Comfort only comes when it dons someone else's skin.
Besides, who am I to question why The Bird that Doesn’t Fly refuses to live up to its potential?
Light dances upon jewel-laden boughs. A sock monkey clings to a sparsely needled branch. There is no darkness that homemade ornaments can't penetrate. There is no treasure greater than the connections forged with others as we navigate the starless night.
In Junior High (ages me right there using that term) we got to do work rotations in the school office. What a lucky day that was when you got assigned mimeograph duty. The cranking of the machine! Silky, glistening paper rolling out thanks to your labor!! The smell!!! Bottle that shit, man. Oh, the soothing, boozy, candy coated aroma of the ink coming off the cylinder is exactly the balm the world needs right now.
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