Things are coming into focus.
Dreams that I thought were fragments
are becoming facets of the same creation.
It is the coming together of all paths,
all roads.
My heart
and my mind
are Rome.
Sky’s The Limit
I’ve always wanted to be a photo-journalist, so I am going to take a photography class. Right after I buy a digital camera. The camera will do double-duty for shooting comedy short films.
I always wanted to be an astrophysicist. I’m going to start small, by trying to remember algebra. And maybe I’ll lose my fear of math. I used to love math.
I’m going to look into some freelance editing on the side and maybe even volunteer grant writing for local non-profits. Turning what I love into things I can do. And maybe those things that I can do will turn into new things that I can do for a living. At least I love to do them and that’s a start. I probably won’t go to the moon, but there are plenty of other places to go.
Like Vegas.
Observation.
The ability for the body and spirit to heal is incredible. Still, after nine years, the eve of the anniversary of my mother’s death still resonates.
It’s like a bell.
A sudden wakefulness of the soul that recalls:
Oh, yes. Continue reading
Capiz shell wind chimes
(I got them from Galveston)
And chimes mad out of
recycled green glass…
Whenever the wind passes by
it sounds like I have a visitor.
My heart rushes down the steps
of its corridor to answer the door.
Pre-party jitters, the anticipation of
greeting them all with a smile and a hug:
I am so impatient for the flowers to bloom!
And love.
