Tuesday, January 23, 2007

The real world...

...is not so loverly, but i absolutely love it.

and so I just walked home from the local pub. I'm a little drunk, a little cold, a little old, and a little tired. The above picture is courtesy of my mindset...thinking how important it is to realize we are all just human...not so attractive at times, we fart, we piss, we shit, we vomit, despite it all we laugh and engage and love and share and admire.

yeah i know, I've got a buzz. But it is a nice buzz. I just spent a couple hours with Heather and friends at the local pub...they picked me up because tonight I am car-less. They are these incredibly talented young people with aspirations and directions, and of course I find them fascinating. One of these young women is a writer...she had an article published at the ripe old age of NINE....magnificent! I walked home ten blocks or so in the cold rain tonight thinking how wonderful these people are, and how glorious it is to be walking in the cold sharp rain. I passed the flower shop that has been delivering me flowers every Wednesday for the last eight years, and i passed the barbershop that i left paintings on their window sill because I secretly fell in love with an old barber who i saw late at night as i spied through the window- he was playing a piano in the shop all by himself. I listened to the sound of the rain on the aluminum awning of a store as I passed under... These are the parts of life that I enjoy most.

These are the parts of being human that make me abhor the thought of dieing and suspect of the prize that is supposed to be had when going to heaven...

The only thing that would make this moment better is if i could be looking into the eyes of my beautiful daughters and see their smiling faces.

Okay, that doesn't make a whole lot of sense... who cares?!!! Goodnight! sweet dreams and all that...

9 comments:

Shelli said...

you are sucha incredible, extraordinary woman!!! one of the many reasons i luv ya!! not only a great painter, but a great writer as well!

Mitch! said...

HiYa! Ten blocks! Plenty of time to reflect on life. I was in a similar situation walking home from the Shiloh, though watching C & C skip, hop, sing and shout gave me a slightly different outlook. Good grief! What if you lived near us! Of course it's hard to remember those thoughts in the morning light. Damn!

Cheers! Good Day to YOU!

(Hi Carolyn :D

Mike Macgirvin said...

This post is definitely a keeper.

Becky C. said...

That was a real nice post. You are much braver or whatever than me. I only post the personal pics that are the very very best.

~Becky

Carolyn said...

you are wonderful...thanks for sharing! reading your words put me in the rain with you and i could actually hear the rain on that aluminum....cheers.

Cheryl said...

You are the dew that graces the rose in the soft blush of dawn.
Like the soft trill of the nightingale your words are balm to my weary soul.
You are the wind beneath my wings.
;D

Shelli said...

most people would grumble about having to walk hm in the cold, dark, rain. but not you! instead, you're ALIVE, living in the moment, having wonderful thoughts. then coming hm to share w/ us. we appreciate it!

Michael-Ann said...

You all are getting a bit too mushy fer me! I don't know how to respond to all that... other than: Love you woogie woogie coo coo too!

Biddie said...

I enjoyed the walk with ya...

...had my walks in unusual weather conditions also - it closes out the normal world of distractions and opens your mind to perceive the immediate surroundings in a wonderfully clear way.

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