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Ex-Girlfriends!! Black Jettas!!
10:22 a.m. | 2004-03-18 Now don't go getting excited people, I am only dropping by on a pass through the SSU library, waiting for my girl to finish her meeting. Happy St. Patty's fall-out. I wonder how many hangovers were lurking around every corner this morning. I am glad to have tapenade aftertaste. The last week in the North Bay has been so incredibly warm, say in the 80's days and days in row. I should be hearing today if I got the job with the California Conservation Corp Backcountry Crew. It is something, the last thing, I feel I need to do in my golden era of personal evolution, the biggest bang, the time to set time around. I am going to clean out the junk from my head and wash my heart and get balanced, healthy, clean. It has been a dream of mine to do this; being away from all the static of the modern world, away from phones, the electric buzz and harsh false light, cell phones, automobiles, Big Macs, red lights, sidewalks, square structures, pictures of suburbia and masterful money-makers. I want to find a level of freedom I don't think I could know in the prison of society, I want a less ornate and demanding prison. This job would be doing heavy labor in nature, like stonework, clearing trails, digging, hiking, moving, flex, sweat grunt clean air flying. This will get me into peak physical condition, which I haven't known since third grade and "wealth is health" indeed, as the man says. I need to do this for me. One of the last big presents I need to give to myself before I can focus on the outside world, follow? I have been lost, I have been on a long path, I am ready for the navigational sun. I am ready to strip the sediment from the precious stone beneath. I am ready to emerge from my cocoon. Soon...soon enough. I have a lot to offer this world. I have a lot to offer this girl. I have a lot to offer around, but if I can't find me I will never be found. Well, beautiful inhabitants of the biosphere earth, all my creatures, I am off for now, I may return someday. Keep listening to the preacher inside, that poor repressed God lingering in us all. Truth will not seek you out nor can you grab it with forceps. "The master sees things as they are without trying to control them. She lets them go there own way." Away with you!! ;-) |