I rolled over....Kicked the paisley orange sheets off the bed, wiggled my toes and stretched. The sun tickled my nose. Morning. Nudging me forward. I stood up and moaned. A little jooking pain in my right foot made me pause barefooted on the fake wood floor. "Shake it off" I murmered in morning breaths.I added 3 scoops of new coffee to the 5 scoops of left over coffee and waited for magic.
And then it happened.
The Awakening.....
The Jolt....
No wonder I'm tired. I'm old. And I must have been dreaming. I missed the part where everything changed. Catnapped through the shift in gears. Eraser smudged the difference between 16 and 46. Swirled and twirled the years into a grapevine wreath, an endless circle....
And then these damned contacts brought it all home again.
Don't mix coffee and mirrors unless you want to face the truth....
On Friday, I'm leaving my eyes at home....
and
Dancing like there's no tomorrow.....
27 comments:
so often you write about the story behind the story, and i suspect this is one of those times supersized!
is fluttering involved?
xo
Keep on shakin' it off and dancin' Sweetsing,,,
You'll get to where you hardly even notice those little jooking pains,,,,
They become just another reminder that we're still alive,,,still the same 20 something on the inside,,,, where it counts.
Before I had even turned around twice, THE JOLT hit me square in the face. Somebody else's face, it seems,,,caught in a shop window as I passed by.
"Who IS that?"
It was just the New Me,,,but I'm gettin' used to it,,,I'm re-inventing myself daily,,,,
and discovering that it can be kinda fun.
Can't castigate,,,,we gotta
celebrate!
I'll look for you Friday night,,,, I'll be the one in glasses, as the contacts don't work for me anymore,,,but I'll be
Dancin'!
Keep on dancin' lady... don't ever stop... the old gray mare ain't what she used to be... but she's still kickin'... I remember that shocking "who's that old woman" reflection in a store window, once... kinda strange to see oneself that way... but I do get sad when my bones and joints aren't holdin' up as well...
... clink...
My dear friend,
That mare is more than what she used to be...;)
Who needs eyes when we can dance
my friend,
And who needs to worry, when we can have a cup of peace
instead...
My love to you,
and wild peace
dancing...
M
Time passes us quickly by but who needs mirrors that lie? You are beautiful, dance away!
dancing like there aint no tomorrow
This is the second post I've read like this in one day, I think winter brings on these feelings, ya think?
Dance, dance, dance my friend.
I'll watch and learn...
Slainte~
Rachelle
Hahahaha....sister love. Dance with your eyes closed and you will feel like the whole world is open before you!
ILYSVM!
"Who Cares"
E1313
There is no tomorrow...
Let's dance,
Tonight
forever
for a song
until the new ray of light
is born...
let's dance for the rest of the good boys and bad girls who would if they could but can't
because they just need to know
what we know:
that the name of the midnight god,
that first sweet step
towards no-tomorrow
is called
"who cares"
A butterfly needs only the wind to do it...
I know
and so
do you
you told me...
...remember?
This dusty old computer needs to be used more often.
I've been neglectful of a friend for too long.
Is there forgiveness for one such as me?
i forgive you, eric! does that count? :)
Oh, where did my comments go? Off to get in the rat race line, I'll be back tonight! Peace~love, who shook the etch~a~sketch?
Waiting....
Kj...
fluttering is always involved....
if nothing more
than a
tiny little ripple on the waters
edge....
an abstract reflection of the sun squinting her eyes...
yeah...
fluttering is always involved...
For everything else,
there's Reader's Digest....
Still miss you friend, Can't wait to be up and running again!
Sweet Babs...
The contacts don't work for me either....
I see everything either all to well, or smudged....
the white washed memory of words on a chalk board....
and so I dance,
this way,
Eyes closed....
Seeing the sound....
And yeah, I think I saw you there...
Smile growing, skinny arms and legs going....
Laughing at the noise,
remembering....
Shimmerings....
Ahhhh, I feel age crawling all over my bones, hear it in my morning voice,
embrace it with my soul...
We've waited all these years, moved all these mountains, danced to all these drummers to get here....
Gotta love it!
Peace~love my friends, I'm not done....but the phones ringing!
And baby,
Maithri....
I learned from the Masters....
Nana in her go~go boots,
chiming in cahoots....
Molly in the Moon,
scotch on the rocks and David Bowie simmering her world...rocking, rolling, upside down,
and Molly in her Moo~Moo....
Kimbies...
Words not big enough...
Worlds not big enough....
yeah, a butterfly needs only the wind.....
Peace~love
Love~Peace
May the circle grow and grow....
Karma...write about that...that line...who needs mirrors that lie? Little one, you are such an old old soul.....
Ibeati...there's no other way to dance....
no, no other....:)
Peace~love,
I'm catching up on it!
Rachelle....
Must be the moon, bless his heart, I always blame it on him, when everyone's in Sync, in feeling, in the flow....
Winter here is just a thought. A sales pitch in a window. A mannequin in a department store. And still she steals our souls....
skinnylove....Amen. And if I had to do it all over again....I wouldn't change a thing! ILYSVVFM!
Eric...
And the name of Midnight
is Wreckless...
key~scratched on a Mustang Door,
written in steam on a bathroom mirror....
Wreckless...
bendy....
a crumpled piece of paper in the wind...
Rained on...
Rainbow colors
of running ink
floating in the gutters...
And in the morning,
Midnight,
is another
string of
endless
mardi gras beads...
Welcome, back my friend....
Peace~love
dance barefoot on the broken glass of the mirror
it makes pretty red footsteps for others to follow
"to love, peace, great music, great friends! -and making the most of everything" ~s.
If Midnight's name is Wreckless (the proper form of "who cares" lmao), then dawn needs a proper name as well...
....
...
..
.
Joe Cocker must have known her...
well.
(ya gotta say that for her)
but eschewing the pattern,
...as is her prerogative...
she tiptoed past the bathroom,
choosing instead to slip in through
my bedroom window
watch her
as she breathes morning mist
in my face
her gold fire caressing me
as the sheets begin to burn...
again
She has a million and one names
and loves them all
like babies with faces of daffodils
and tea roses
endless summer for the
endless wreckless ever-young
Some call her "already?"
others call her "not again"
and more call her "coffeetime"
"beertime"
"smok'em-if-ya-got'em-time"
I call her "lucky dae"
'cause even if I collapsed in bed
heels-over-head
in the heat of another night's
sleepwalk rain dance
alone
I wake up with her every single time
and if I'm not alone...
then her name shines
a golden smile, a dream
another day
and she never even asked me
for the keys...
Ha! We've been spelling it "wreckless" when the proper form is "reckless"...
Oh well, let's invent new words, as well as re-write the rules to using them, ehh?
No need to welcome me back, because my spirit is always here, even if it might be sleeping.
I need to write again. Every day that I don't write erodes the skills cultivated so carefully here on the pages we share and on my own blog. You may not see it, but I feel it.
hmmmm....
or maybe that's just new room to grow that I feel?
No pressure, but I really hope we can write again one day.
That always made me so happy, just simple creation with a friend who learned how to float. In the process, I learned how to float as well.
Flying is the next step... ;)
Peace~Love
hey sugar! it ain't over until it's over! ;) xoxo keep on dancion, we're only gettin beter!
Clink!
to the dear dreamer,
let the nights be filled with
laughter
love
and 8 mile long stares
into the eyes of our desire
to the dear dreamer,
let peace be not a word
but a virtue
a gift
a dance on midnight's floor;
as wreckless as we are...
to the dear dreamer,
meet you there!
the glass might be
half empty
but the circle
is filled with all the rest
casting a net of hope into
the sky
May you be
safe,
well,
blessed,
and so may it
be for the
circle,
Peace~Love my friend,
We Miss you,
M
Caffeine hits
Fill the pits
Like fresh soil
In which to plant
A brand new day
Of shortened breath
And lengthy toil
the longest,
most sublime word
ever to breathe
or be given breath to
sits in anticipation
of being spoken
and when the word is given
all will be golden,
one more sunset
on San Marina lagoon
just give the word
and listen for the voices
that answer back
an arc royale choir
with the breath of stars
ok my friend, i kind of miss you enough to wonder when you're visitations begin? my blog's not the same without your occasional comings and goings...
:)
I apologize friends....
Life has been cuckoo...
Colored...
Trying...
Peace~love....
I've missed you...
thought about you...
and in make~believe
I've been there....
blabbering, talking, sharing, holding hands, listening....
Much love,
Sing
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