Music: Better Days
Sometimes one just has to start typing to get the words out, whatever they may be, even if that which appears is not what one was aiming for. Was getting at. A possible (familiar) slosh-sloshing of the mundane, a throwing-out-there of dampened-spirits thoughts about the low-ness of one’s mood contrasting with the ‘how high does it reach?’ bright blue-ness of the sky outside, or a slow spitting-out of the inability to write what you want to because your mind is awash with worry – a heavy, heart-weighing-down worry – and how you don’t know how to circle around it – light feet - without mentioning it. Without it being all that you mention.
Action does not always produce results.
A hive, this mind, of sudden rushes, and shrink-back-from loud noises, bang-banging with an urgency to grab one’s attention. To here. There. The silence of that which I want to share, but can’t find the words for echoing - drumming - loudest of all.
Community. I give time, and I make conversation, and I check in because those connections are what lift these wet-squib (at times) spirits. Are what breathe life-giving air into my sullied lungs, my aching bones, and replace my furrowed brow with split-my-face smiles.
You've heard it, I know, but it can never be spoken of enough.
I repeat, replay, rewind and go back over again and again because that is the message I wish to reverberate – with a golden hum – through the spread-across-the-oceans sky that we link our reach-out-through-our-screen hands below.
There is an underneath-my-eyelids life that flickers, in muted tones, playing back scenes of moments in which I give to my community something that benefits (all of us) in a way that I can’t quite grasp in my right-now mind. Not yet.
But, to start…
A collaboration. A reach-out and let’s do this together.
Her feet slice through the thick-with-children’s-excitement air
Head thrown back, a world topsy-turvys
The sky fading to brown, the earth a whited-d out expanse
And soft clouds fall at her feet, cushioning the afternoon.
AND NOW, TO YOU:
Let us catch up, my friends - share with me some thoughts about your days just gone by.
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