Sunday, January 11, 2015

Sunday Morning, Early 2015

Sometimes writing is difficult. Like now... 

Like when pure laziness has kept me from sitting here, in front of the one-eyed-monster and actually thinking about something, anything at all, which can be written into this God-awful blank page into which my eyes stare… hoping for an apparition to come and say the “writing muse” is OK… that it has just been resting, tucked away in a corner of my mind. That lost corner where all things ignored go and hide, hoping not to be called back into service any time soon.

Then, the fishing begins. A look at FB to read about friends and family, where they are and what they are doing this early in the year… some are dining, some are traveling… some put pictures of family and accomplishments and some are reliving past times and reviewing what was, or what may have been had it not been for life itself and the way in which “she” (must be a she… no?) chooses to hand out little triumphs when she well knows, with her unerring foretelling vision, the elusive big score will only become, as years go by, a retreating hope that gets relegated to that huge bin labeled “opportunities lost… what might have been if…”.

So the morning goes on… write a little then go away… then come back and hope for a few more words. Not of wisdom; those are beyond my ken at this time. All that is wanted are some words which may give some continuity to what is written, to what has been written over a span of some 5 years now.

Perhaps falling into that reliving/reviewing effort there has been some time spent reading entries made 2-3-4 years ago. Well back into the first grouping retelling those days when my life was reset into a new paradoxical life line as I was put on an airplane and, like many before and since, shot off into a new plane of existence. Little did we know… very little…

So this Sunday goes on, this week goes on, this month goes on… so will the year and what time we have left on this lane. We continue to live, argue, fight off pesky issues –whether physical or emotional- and we continue to take that next step without really knowing where it will take us. Each one of these steps is a treat, if we always knew what would come after, or where it would lead… perhaps life would lose that mystery which makes it utterly interesting and challenging.

So, while the Pandora background gives me Frank Blue Eyes singing “Luck Be a Lady Tonight…” I bid you all the beautiful things you hope for; it is my wish not that all problems be resolved miraculously, but that each and everyone has the continuing strength of will to fight on and to always take that next step, not knowing where it may actually lead you.

Be Well … Be Back!!!

Final Notes:
·       Pray for those who are fighting an illness which may take them away from their loved ones… Every request is heard, and counts!!
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