The Sun Is Surely Sinking Down

This old world must still be spinning round...

I've been writing quite a bit.
NOT on this blog.  I've got two projects, going at the same time.  They are very very different.
One is fiction and the other is my chronicle of the year after...
Just when life starts to get better, I find that there is always something to pull it back down.

I however am forging ahead into unchartered waters.  Ironically, I'm watching JAWS.
And today, was one of those days where you know Spring is brewing.  We may get another storm or two, but at least we know it's just a few weeks away.  The time-change is throwing my off a bit though...

but SPRING!!  I can almost taste it.  This snowy, super cold winter has been challenging to me physically(I hate being cold!) but also emotionally.  The dark, cold doesn't seem to bode well for a person who is grieving, however  as I've said before I just want to hold onto hope.

I'm ready for warm weather, I'm ready for good kinds of change, for wonderful things in my glorious future.

But right now I just  fantasize about long vacations where I can sit on a beach and recharge in the sunshine.

I can't sing the blues anymore....

Don't Be Shy, Chill Out With Some Cat

Stevens....

This song is from Harold and Maude soundtrack, which is one of my favorite movies. 

So read what I've gotta say and listen to some Cat Stevens.

  Emergency room curtains guided close around, you stretched out, crying for water.

Then they came for you and I needed a walk, so in the raw of the early Spring, April and I went up the hill past the old brick building.  And I walked by with a longing in my heart and that was the night, the night I really knew it was one of the last nights.  Onto a street I once called mine, I wanted to walk up those stairs again. I watched the lights on the street, the swift traffic sound, the stillness. My chapped hands, chilled feet and hot cheeks found some swings.  I wished my legs could take me over the rooftops, some Peter Pan in the sky. 

I wanted to stay with you.  That was the first break. Our heart rhythms changed, I left a piece of mine on the cold seat of that swing.

The night of cosmic consciousness...
See that pool of sunlight, let me be absorbed into it and live and stay.
See the leaves crisp bent-ending, let me be a leaf.
Death is not real, the unreality frees her from sorrow.
What will free me.

So don't be shy just let your feelings roll on by....