DEEPLY AWAKE – FREE FALL
“Let us not talk falsely now, the hour's getting late.”
I suppose I should be grateful I have suspended my belief in the Thought Police, because if I still thought They had any power at all, I would be hunkering under my blanket in a little while, once I push “send.”
But I do believe that something has shifted. Each time I think I can go no further, expose something no more, expand no farther, in comes a breath of some sparkly potion-laced oxygen, and I am flying then, seeing things clearly, fascinated by the twinkling of all the lights going off in my mind.
I have a great plan laid out for today, modest, serene, productive. And I was about to start out, but in the shower I was given some thoughts, unwieldy, magnetic, requiring room to breathe, room to lay out all the parts and watch it assemble itself within me.
I want to tell you that my plan starts out with walking over to my nearby 7-11 for some incense and some pumpkin latte coffee, then maybe an egg sandwich from Sonic.
I am walking because my car battery is dead, died on Friday night, and I have not had enough cash to fix it. Ha!