How far it goes. My ingrained neurosis is stifled in the face of that unending blankness.
It’s clear and forever and this is the thing that gets me thinking about how steadfast I am when I am clinging to the smallness of my own world.
I try to stand up straighter, taller, as if a string were attached to the top of my head, reaching up toward the space that’s provided beyond my own obstructed view of things.
All I know is that it is there, above me, around me, tempting me to let go of any one of the small things I cling to.
I act like I know what the deal is but, in reality, I have been trying to reach my chest up into the blue effervescence in order to give over the tangled strangly things that have kept me tethered to the ground, like so many heartaches and even more open denials that turn away from the prospect of absolute and true renewal.
Happy Easter, Happy Free Starting Over,
Sometimes on Saturday, after we have a stressful, busy morning keeping an eye on the plumber making every upsetting noise known to man just outside our window, we finally listen to our mother after she tells us for the nine millionth time that there is nothing to worry about and to please shut our gob and we take a very small break from all our hysterical barking and we plop down on our observance perch on the couch where we switch to grumbled woofs and groofs and froofs just to make sure that everyone knows that, as god is our witness, there may be danger afoot.
A Human May Work From Sun to Sun But a Beagle Mix’s Work Is Never Done,
William the Wayward Security Guard
777. Celery smoothies
778. People who want to go in front of you in line at the grocery store because they have four items and you have six