Random Nudge

Trees Up. Check
Lights shimmering. Check
Various presents purchased. Check
Measurements on current Christmas spirit. Lukewarm. Check enough.

Inspiration to write anything ~ critically low.
Forced, point blank writing *Nudge* ~ in progress.

Fa La La La La, La La La.
(choke, mumble, and dramatic jolly crumble)

I've decided that sometimes, writing in a public journal such as this, is a bit like taking a shower just behind a gigantic clear window display at a department store. I'm not sure if I should strategically cover certain attributes, close my eyes and pretend no one can see me, or put on a show that would merit water cooler chit chat.

Truth is ~ I sputter on the mechanics of this Internet world sometimes.

*Nudge*

.......silver white winters that melt into spring...... I simply remember my favorite things, then I don't feel so bad.....

I inhaled a breath this year and tumbled through spring in a swirl of cause and effect. I exhaled and summer became one jagged timeline pulled through the sand. I opened my eye's and watched the last of Falls leaves drift to the ground. I caught a light breeze and held on for months and months. There are places a person can go, where no one knows your story, and you can blend into the landscape without a care in the world.

Silver white winter has grabbed me by the heels and hauled my travels back to the solid ground. It's an evil twist of reality. However, I realize, one should not be privy to the extended freedoms I've experienced this year. It creates quite a painful disillusion to ones place in this world. I'm back in the jail cell I was once content with and now it looks eternal ordinary.

Biding time now, holding out for the invincible spring that thrives on a light breeze.

*Nudge*

.......and the greatest of teachers won't hesitate to leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate........

The writer of this song was indeed a poet of words. The teachers I've regarded in my life, the mentors, the inspirations, are those who left destination, choices, and fate completely mine to construct (or destroy). Individuality is a terrible thing to let another tinker with in my humble opinion. Even the worst of attitudes, of mentality, of accountability and responsibility has the opportunity to change, alone, and solitary. I find I smile when I hear someone say "I have changed this about myself" and frown when I hear someone state "I have changed this about another person." I suppose I find it arrogant to claim such power over another person. The power of suggestion holds enough ambition to teach. I believe.

*Nudge*

......yes, I would, if I could, I would, let it go.......surrender.....dislocate........

I've heard the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet expecting a different result each time.

Let me write that again.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing, over and over, expecting a different result each time.

I think that sums it up.    
Enough said.

*Nudge*

........Do you hear what I hear? A song, a song high above the trees ....With a voice as big as the the sea..............

Happy Holly Days
and all that jazz