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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
it’s been an experience. one of those lessons that come around in fall, just to show you a different winter. to strengthen your spring convictions.
i think i rode it pretty well. i gave it everything i had. fully immersed.
now i’m gonna package it up with a neat little bow. and i’ll leave it down at the corner. it’s yours if you want it. cause i’ve got other plans come summer.
travel on the wind
high up above the mountains
see the world spread out beneath you
know all the pain & beauty you can possibly reach
then land softly back in my outstretched arms and realize truth
you walk down to the beach…see the whitecaps at a distance. feel the cold sand between your toes. the sunrise looks so beautiful.
approach the water, start wading in. suddenly change is rushing upon you in crashing waves.
the current claws at your ankles…as soon as you feel it recede it starts to build again…knocks you down, over & over, pummeling you.
you try to stand. but there are no footholds.
you can’t control this any more than the sand can rise up against the sea.
you can go back to the shore…leave it all behind. or you can simply stop fighting. lay down and be with the ocean.
today has kinda sucked. for no particular reason. or maybe, for several particular reasons.
in any case, i’ll be glad when this week is over. and screw the snow - it was pretty for like 20 seconds.
some days are like jail cells. these are the days that make me believe. because we must be mice being toyed with. there’s no way two sets of headphones thousands of miles apart both die on the same day. etcetera.
so i shake my fist at some unknown and then look away. cause they’ll be bored tomorrow & move on.
and anyway, “love will come & set me free.”
16.
sometimes a vortex opens up in front of me, a portal to another place. i don’t have any choice whether to go there. it sucks me in like a vacuum. there are definitely triggers, but i never know when it’s going to hit, for sure.
i never was for the faint of heart. i’m a traveler baby. maybe you are too. and i think that’s why you can love me - even this. anyway, you’d have to be crazy…
xo
