Seven Moons

One day the light turns on - bright - very bright - so bright you need to cover your eyes. Contemplating the brightness the mind roars like a jet taking off at Laguardia airport. Darkness still flashes holding your day sight at bay.

Life - or what you thought about your life stalks across the screen. 1 plus 1 no longer become 2. An algebraic equation takes its places rightly where the addition should have been but is no more.

Complications muddy the waters that once were tamed and flowed south. Now the unclear waters swirl and spout little tips of bubbly water. A blowhole appears and and changes the serenity of the landscape.

Alice stumbles toward the tea party and the white rabbit runs and hides.

Eye of god

It begins late as the sun dips slowly into the gulf. The incessant quiet fills the air with wasted space. Long ago and far off in the distance thunder crackles against the steady beat of rain on the still pool water. A sound that softens the soul and inspires the imagination.

The search begins and slips slowly across the horizon of living. Consequences are considered and filed somewhere in that space of forbidden thoughts. The mind spiraling like a spring - sprung - bent with tears holding no trial over the condemned.

Time - delayed - dissected - diluted with despair and delight - moving forward faster than lightening along the coast. Swells from the storm lap with intensity while the spirit renews and regenerates.

Seeking out the Seven Moons while the earth watches in fascination and laughs at the innocence.

seeking 7 moons

You think you have it all together, you think you know where you are going, you think your plan is in place. Then, the sky opens up and the torrential downfall splats by your feet. You question your privatized inner beliefs. You raise your eyes to the empty vastness of the universe and see endless space.

Once you were cushioned and hugged by this vastness but now you are adrift. Floating with the tiny particles of earth on a relentless journey to find whatever it is you think you have lost. Something with substance, something with a purpose, something indescribable, but still something you felt. A map of life living and power swept from your very essence.

You reach out to grasp the thing and hold a bubble of air that slowly slips through the crevices. The smell of raw defeat encapsulates your senses. Passion flies softy away in the early morning breeze as the quiet settles like a West Coast fog against the grain of your being. The burning of rice knocks you back into reality where split peas are still green and once again you have wandered aimlessly down that path searching for the reasons.

Answers escape without acknowledgement or justification to any realization of facts. Seeking out the seven moons will become a necessary oddity to quantify your life and purpose.

Pennies from Heaven

My pennies from heaven do not fall out of the sky into a little tin cup. My pennies from heaven are tossed indiscriminately into a tin Cadburys canister that sits on my dresser. Pennies can be a nuisance at times and they just seem to take up precious space in the wallet.
So my almost useless little round discs are tucked away and almost entirely forgotten till the lid will no longer fit. Then my pennies from heaven are transported in their tin Cadbury container to my credit union and are deposited into some funny looking machine.
Today my windfall was a whopping $8.36. Pennies from heaven do add up.

Name Your Vehicle

Do you name your vehicle? I know that vehicles already come with names or model names but do you make up your own? We do - always have and always will. Probably too much free time on our hands. They say your car is really who you are so what's in a name?

Some vehicles comes with bizarre names (or models) like the Accent. So do you pronounce car as carh with an accent? And what about that new Soul? Is it a spiritual car? What about vehicles with no name but numbers and letters - S150? Does it stand for the top speed of 150 and why not give it a real he man name? The Gremlin - scary by the looks alone and then add that name.

Our current vehicle is called - Baby Car because it is little. Drive up next to a big Tahoe and you feel like a little baby crawling on the floor next to a giant. Park next to an Avalanche and feel the ground shake. When a Titan drives by shake in your four mini sized tires. Recently hubby suggested changing Baby Cars name to Zippy. I say once you name a vehicle you can't change it.

In the past we have had, the Grey Ghost, Rust Bucket, the Old Folk's car
, the Green Mean Machine, Low Rider, Big Blue, the Boat, Grammas' Car. We have never had a car with just a letter from the alphabet like the K-car. How unimaginative is that one.

Ford gives their vehicle model names that usually begin with the letter F - hhmmmm. I once owned a Ford Falcon and I called it One More Time. Then, there was the Corvair I dubbed Engine Trouble.

Today, if I owned a Toyoto I would call it Leadfoot. So is naming your vehicle weird or what?