So I just sat down and I have no agenda. I have no plan. I have no idea what I will write about, only that it is time to write. So I will see what spills out of my brain when it thinks I am not looking.
’Never Did Run Smooth’
Love lives in the dozen thorned-roses
of late night sweats over unpayable bills,
in weary footsteps pacing hospital hallways,
and red wine tears of bad prognoses.
Love's candles glow in picked up prescriptions
and the reading of stories with sore throats.
Love grows in the scrubbing of floors
and the acceptance of grief.
Love thrives on birth pangs.
Love's house is in the workaday world
of long commutes and old leaky ceilings.
To live in love is walk together in dark places
with or without moonlight
and find them beautiful.
Rain of angry chickens.
Let's plan a pub crawl or some type of crawl, or rather, let's get together and do absolutely ANYTHING dressed in Viking garb. Lemme know if you wanna.
If it were possible to distill words into a liquid, I would bathe every day in the works of Herman Hesse, Arthur Rimbaud, and Anais Nin.
Everyone is having cartwheels and farts of joy over this 'Eat, Pray, Love' book and movie. I am bothered by stories of spiritual discovery that involve luxurious voyages that are impossible for most people to undertake. There was another book I read about some dude's spiritual rejuvenation. It began with how he took a year off work to live in a full time yoga retreat house. Again, inaccessible to most people. I don't think the spiritual experience works that way. I don't think that you have to go far, and I certainly don't think you have to buy things. True, one can have a profound spiritual experience on the tippy nipple of a Himalayan peak, but can't one also have a profound spiritual experience by rocking a baby to sleep? Or driving a friend to the hospital? Or hell, cleaning up the soiled bed of a grandparent with Alzhiemers? They may not be as fun to hear about or glamorous, but these and so many other aspects of life are charged with reality, strip away the bullshit and bring you into love and service? And if your "spiritual awakening" doesn't do that--then whatever it costs--what is it worth, really?
I shall have visitors this evening, and I am feeling deliciously playful. This pleases me.