Forgive me Father for it has been nearly two months since my last BLOG post.
I have been to San Franciso, back to Seattle, to Pittsburgh, back to San Francisto, to Venice Beach, and now three hostels later, I am in San Diego.
The range of incredible people, with whom I have had the incredible opportunity to engage conversationally, exceeds my current ability to process and transcribe into words.
This past month has been on the edge of purgatory.
Where I go next week, that will determine which edge.
I’m looking at at least one hail Mary.
Moments of insecurity, in a world so shaken.
How tomorrow will be, though we endeavor to appreciate the Now.
Moments of clarity, in a world waiting bated.
In our dreamboxes and Pandoran lifestyles, on the eve of precedence, the calm cushions us.
The sun itself offers a rare warmth to its autumn beam this day.
What clouds or what beams come dawn, we shall face come what may.
What’s an ex-Democrat to do?
…hands would be tired and bloodied by now.
…of the perfect city.
(image was penciled then done in Adobe Illustrator)
“… it’s not really *all* lives matter. If that were the case, no one would need to be having this conversation.” – anonymoose
It is to me as sensational as the advance.
There is a rhythm, a pulse, to life and activity itself.
T’is only the listening that reveals it, only the listening.
I bet there is a song on it somewhere.
Whether it be a sad one or one of joy, depends on the player, the singer, the dancer.
As I listen, my vision becomes focused, a bit dried.
The intermittent brief instances of silence is peace.
The awareness and acceptance of all your known truths and shadows.
An embrace of your Now.
Ah, but then thoughts and balance must hold sway.
There again is my retreat.