We just got back from our trip out West. It was awesome. We really miss Arizona and deeply hate ourselves for having moved to New York. But all the reasons we had to move away from AZ are still valid. It's just that all the reasons we had to move to NY seem like thin broth.
My wife climbed my favorite mountain with me out in AZ. We fell in love with bulldogs. Then fell right back out. I came to have a new under- standing and profound appre- ciation for one of my wife's friends, "Porcelain"
I saw my long-lost brother for the first time in over ten years, "Eagle." He was sporting this wicked bite from a desert recluse spider on his finger. He was cool with it though. Taking the meds his doctor prescribed and having my sadistic sister scrub it clean once a day. I am proud that he's my brother. My two nephews seem to be miraculously shaping up quite nicely as well.
In San Diego, CA, we missed out on the seals. Heck, we missed out on the whole ocean experience all together. We were rushed. But the wedding was perfect. It was the second best wedding I've been to. Of course, being married, I have to say that! "Polaris" made an absolutely beautiful bride, like out of a wedding magazine. And the bride's maids were all knockouts. Including, and especially, my wife.
She actually got me to dance to all the slow songs at the reception, and a few fast ones. The bride felt compelled to don Skechers and have us dance the "Thriller".
I hopefully made some new friends there. There was this "you-had-to-be-there" incident we will conspiratorially refer to as the "Love Dove".
And then, back "home". Within minutes of setting foot on native Western soil, I summed up my hatred of the Northeast in one statement: Anything you want to do, you have to drive through SNOW.
Regardless, our cats survived their caretakers (or maybe it's the other way around) and my wife saw to it that we overwhelmingly enjoyed ourselves. Every time we ate out, it was REAL Mexican food. Every drink I was offered, I had two. Plus one I'd never tried before. Every old friend and associate got a hug, even the pretty ones. And I feasted my eyes upon the splendorous beauty that can only be seen in the mountains of the Southwest.
The Beating...
The speeding feet in the pounding rain. The perpetual beat of a heart. Pounding blood. There is a cave in my heart.
Stepping out of the rain, into the shadows, the noise transitions from the wash of the cloudburst to the flow of your anxious blood. Then to the pounding of your heart. It's so loud. Terrifying, yet trusted.
The roar is overwhelmed by the beating. The beating of dark membranes. You have disturbed them. You are enveloped by their plethora of leather-silk wings. Neither bird nor beast, the ostracized. Bats. After they have settled, you see the moonlight reflected in two tapetums. The truth in those eyes, is it familiar to you? Or should you be frightened? How many lives has this creature lived?
Come in, friend. Step closer, enemy. You were washed by the rain, rinsed by the darkness, dried by the wings, and clothed. By a purpose.
Am I a panther? Am I the dusk?
Stepping out of the rain, into the shadows, the noise transitions from the wash of the cloudburst to the flow of your anxious blood. Then to the pounding of your heart. It's so loud. Terrifying, yet trusted.
The roar is overwhelmed by the beating. The beating of dark membranes. You have disturbed them. You are enveloped by their plethora of leather-silk wings. Neither bird nor beast, the ostracized. Bats. After they have settled, you see the moonlight reflected in two tapetums. The truth in those eyes, is it familiar to you? Or should you be frightened? How many lives has this creature lived?
Come in, friend. Step closer, enemy. You were washed by the rain, rinsed by the darkness, dried by the wings, and clothed. By a purpose.
Am I a panther? Am I the dusk?
THE PLAN for Labels
CHARACTERS are influential people in my tales.
BROWN is tales from a span of ages.
WHITE is tales from age 0-7.
RED is tales from age 8-14.
ORANGE is tales from age 14-21.
YELLOW is tales from age 22-28.
GREEN is tales from age 29-35.
BLUE is tales from age 36-42.
INDIGO is tales from age 43-49.
PURPLE is tales from age 50-56.
BLACK is tales from age 57-63.
Grey is an insight into how these tales may be affecting me.
BROWN is tales from a span of ages.
WHITE is tales from age 0-7.
RED is tales from age 8-14.
ORANGE is tales from age 14-21.
YELLOW is tales from age 22-28.
GREEN is tales from age 29-35.
BLUE is tales from age 36-42.
INDIGO is tales from age 43-49.
PURPLE is tales from age 50-56.
BLACK is tales from age 57-63.
Grey is an insight into how these tales may be affecting me.
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Trip Out
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I love the west - only visited a couple times but I feel like I belong there. Coming back east, the first thing I notice is how crabby people are.
YES. people are crabby.....i had a great time too, pacer!