And sometimes a fear – fear that this drift of a life cheats the world of something. Absurd. Plenty of us live and die, contributing nothing but thousands of toilet flushes and meaningless performances for the benefit of . . . not sure exactly who. Things done for money that might otherwise not have been …
You don’t get more. You get less. There’s no extra sparkly here or toys or special flavors. There’s taking away, losing, and less. There’s stripping away and being more. Paradox. There’s less of the noise and more freedom. Less responsibility and more do what you will. By what brighter star might you navigate?
Sunlight on the wakeup side of a Japanese maple. Snail craning neck sideways. Faith birdhouse waiting for some new homeowner. Dew drips down from maple leaves and sparkles. Spider webs tie a tree together. A batch of small chirpers makes mayhem. A squirrel out front cackles and chits. Sunrise pushing through the bushes, about to …
I had my war. I laid down at gunpoint too many times. I sampled fear and turned fearless in one day. I took a ride to the other side not by drugs or fasting or breathing weirdly . . . but by living with abandon. And the other side taught me all that was needed, …
I’m nowhere you can’t be or haven’t been. The settings and scenes don’t change much. You just keep getting pestered by the things that show the light. Like a friendly, flirting flick on the ear, the bothersome lad suggests you look closer in the most playful of ways. An awkwardly oversized hawk stumbles drunkenly from …
