Labor Day Weekend, 2024

Sunrise came later this morning. Your early resurrection was put on hold, at least briefly, or perhaps this is just for now. It is early but not as early as life allows.
Time is ticking and life can be escaping us, right now; unless, of course, we choose to make a move.
I have to say that this is a morning of contemplation.
Do you understand what that means?

Ah, just skip it.
What a great idea this would be, to just skip it, or walk away, or to “cut out,” like we did when we were kids, remember?
Skipping school or cutting classes, and maybe finding ourselves in a group somewhere, like on some class trip of our own—only, there was no class of any kind, and perhaps the trip was everything and anything but innocent.

There has to be a time when we can lay back and just let the music play.
You know?
Just escape . . .
What an idea this is.
Come to think of it, I was listening to a speaker suggest that everyone should devote at least 30 minutes of their day to some form of meditation — unless you’re really busy, and if you are, then make it an hour.

There is, of course, the outstanding balance which is something that I believe we should talk about.
What I mean is, I believe in the debts of the heart and, equally, I believe in the “give and take” and the rise and fall of the tides. Further, I believe that not all that glitters is gold nor is there always a good time or a good place.
Not everything will run smoothly, but at the same time, no one can kill me forever.
Understand?

Last ride on the ghost machine, this morning.
Then again, or as the saying goes, there are last rides,
and then, there’s the last and final ride,
no thanks, or thanks to you
Fentanyl . . .
Oftentimes, nobody knows
which is which
or what comes next.

I can’t say that I know for sure about what’s out there.
I don’t know if there’s an Old Man in the sky with a long gray beard or if there is a loving mother, as in Mother Earth, or as it is depicted in pictures, the Loving Mother, as in Hail Mary (full of grace, the Lord is with Thee) and I am unsure what I think about who has the rights to reserve which god is right or wrong.
I do believe, though.
I’m not sure why or what I believe in. I’m not sure if I believe because I like the idea of being absolved or heard while at prayer. Perhaps, maybe I believe because the opposite of belief is too grim for me to consider.

This has become something that I have to do. Writing, I mean.
This is my daily choice. I have to start here because the alternative seems unlikable to me.
My ideas to write are as important to me as breathing or eating and drinking.
This is how I live. This is how I survive.
This is nothing that I take lightly and, of course, by now, and with all the years that I have put into this trick, I realize that I cannot give in or stop.
I cannot give up because of an illusion of success or the lack thereof.
None of that is real anyway. Besides, success is always relative.
Isn’t it?