Time to Get Busy

I remember what he told me before the day.  Now, here I am passing each one by one by one until the blend into a blur.  My routine changes in hopes to remember that I am not just passing the same day over and over.

I write,  I create, I visit to see the places around me.  Did you know that He never traveled more than two hundred miles in any direction from his birthplace.  Even then, his effect was a shock wave hi and around and around to be for ever.

There is this place I remember.  It is in the fields along a wall of rocks about waist high.  It is at an intersection in the middle of the wheat that there is a lone tree.

I never thought that I would follow so earnestly this tale and invitation.  Half embarassed, it wasn't really me there when he talked of it.  Just overheard from a reading passed on, a message left for someone I dearly hoped would be

me too.

It was a nother time.

An innocent man.

Disappeared.  Exonerated.

I often wonder how that place might look, that place on the water.  And so I fall asleep between the tree and the wall, wondering.  And in the waking back to the walking, I looked forward to rise with the sun.

With hope.

Jimmy Barnes - Mustang Sally

Ok, let's fill those coffee mugs.  Break time.  Dance!

This one is among her favorites.  Ok now, don't hog all the spotlight, lady.  It's my turn to dance.  Woo!  Woosday, let's make it through all of you!