So where were we?

So, where were we?


It’s been a crazy month or so. On the 29th of December, 2005 I went to San Francisco, or as my cabbie told me, “the other city”. The 30th was my 28th birthday, the 31st a death of sorts, and the first day of the new year a rebirth. And it’s been a wild ride ever since.

I met a new girl, which may explain my lack of free, or rather listless time to sit and share my rants and raves with those few that take the time to share their time with my writing. And, I’ve apparently been enjoying that time because I haven’t felt like making up excuses to get time to myself, wondering how best to play the game that day, walking on eggshells, waiting for the next test, or the next disappointment. Not that my luck with women had been so bad as to assume that I felt like that all of the time, or with all of the women, but this time feels different as did every other time I suppose. It seems you always remember the best while it’s fresh, then bury it for a while, until it has relevant or you have learned the lesson that puts the puzzle back together. Anyhow, I’m rambling, and things are good, and I’ve never exactly been the type to get too personal. About relationships at least. Too harsh a mirror.

Moving on

We all have a river we guide, of our own intentions and energies, some violent and turbulent, others calm but strong and deep, some are little more than a trickle, a rivulet racing to get to the bottom before evaporation overcomes. Sometimes the river meets obstacle and blasts through to confront the next, other times it carefully and forgivingly finds the most symbiotic path. Some rivers cut wide and deep and change the landscape, thus defining the paths of other rivers. Rivers conjoin and dry up. They break apart and still come to find and share deltas. In the end there is only the sea.  This is the Vision. The River of Time races forward to meet its fate. Do we guide our rivers towards the ocean or the desert? Kismet is calling and everyday she greets us at the door. What destiny greets us tomorrow? Or as some would say, “What is God’s plan tomorrow?” Those rivers, arteries of God and earth, man and culture, how will they be flow?

Blessed Be