| July 8, 2018
Because I literally can’t think of anything to write about, which is odd…like being speechless on paper…or screen, as the case may be. Either way, it’s not a characteristic normally associated with me…apparently.
Anyway, I could write about new people I’ve been meeting which is always interesting, at least to me, because you can’t figure out just yet if you’re a cameo in their movie or they’re one in yours, or maybe they’re actually a supporting player or even a co-star and they’re going to be around for a long time, but you just don’t know it yet, so you’ll have to wait and see. Exciting! Right now, I’m betting on five cameos, about ten supporting players, and three new costars. I’m sensing sequels!
Or I could say something about traveling a lot, which I’ve been doing lately…a lot, and which I kind of love, especially the abstract idea of it – you wake up one place and go to sleep a thousand miles away. It’s a small world, after all. Different buildings, different foliage, different people, different styles, different settings in which to perform your act. If you’re gonna take the trip, you really should enjoy the scenery, that’s what I say.
Or I could wax poetic on the subject of clouds, which I’ve been known to do at the drop of a metaphorical hat. And truly, the cloud formations lately have been remarkable. Kind of epic. Kind of magical. Always evocative. What I especially love lately is having this 180 degree view, so that often you get to see a whole weather story unfolding before you – on the left we have dark purple-black thunderclouds filled with frustrated anger and rumbling noises, then cue the sun, as it breaks through the darkness putting a spotlight on possibilities and hopes for a brighter tomorrow, then, stage right, the soft golden skies begin to blush with sensual energy and seductive magic, giving way to a now clear-and-glorious, deep-blue foreverness.
Movement, change, comings and goings, possibilities, life. It’s everywhere. It’s everything. It’s what I think about all the time. Yes, I think I’ll write about that…again.
Slow curtain…the end.
It is when we are in transition that we are most completely alive.
– William Bridges
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