That’s the me of yesteryear; before I lost my
sight.
Who was I then? Hmmm… I had a spiffy haircut. I had loads of
friends. I loved
playing, running, hiding and seeking. I loved kissing my mom and dad good night.
I hated feety pjs – too binding and hence my abhorrence to this day of wearing
button shirts and ties. Yuck! I had no prejudices – except for a general
dislike of peas and a predilection towards the color blue.
It was my wont to wander. I would find something that caught my eye
and I would drop everything to explore. Still do. I did a lot of exploring
and unlearning in my
travel articles in Australia entitled The Buddha’s
Striptease. That was the
beginning when I realized life was not in the amassing of knowledge, in wealth
or in various personas.
Life was not in the addition but in the subtraction. I am living each new day
less than I was before.
I am still on my personal Striptease. Follow along and sing if you know the
words.
My goal is to be that tyke of yesteryear and see once again.
There is a saying that you don't know what you got until it's gone. I would tend to disagree. I think you don't know what you had until it comes back again. Separation is in itself not a bad thing but reunion is where it is at, baby. The merging of many into one is one of the greatest delights in this life.
The birds are singing out my window this morning. And not just a few chirps here and there - I mean full symphonic surround chirp sound! Jeez Tina Louise, how I missed them over these many months and I didn't even know it until today.
Oh yeah and friggin Standard Time is going buh-bye next weekend. See ya, wouldn't want to be ya! Whoo-hoo!
AbbyNormal March 3, 2007 11:47 AM PST Well, thanks a lot for that as I sit here slowly trying to thaw out in my many layers. Ogres are like onions, ya know.
jerry March 4, 2007 11:27 AM PST REO Speedwagon was good if you wanted to play a grabass in the mid 80's.
Giggles March 5, 2007 04:12 PM PST Yeah, the birds are great, unless they're chirping outside my window at 6 a.m.......that's about when I start wishing for a BB gun.
Mr. Buddha Magoo March 10, 2007 09:30 AM PST Abb...Spring I think will be at your house before you know it and galoshes and scarves will be just a memory. A bad one, but still a memory.
jer...dear sweet NO to REO! They were ultimate cheese.
Giggs....Again I am an early riser so I would much rather be woken up by birds that a buzz sound of the alarm clock. Oh wait there was that one time camping where I was woken up by 100s of fornicating seagulls. That annoyed the fuck out of me. I got up and threw rocks at them and they would stop only to do matress mambo a minute later. Imagine "eghegheghegh" over and over.
