Not bloody because I got beat up... but because the Goddess graced me at 10 this morning... This after I had a dream two nights ago (was it a dream? I think it was a nightmare...) during which I wasn't lucid enough to realize I was dreaming. I was supposedly with child and thinking which one of five men I'd have to notify. See what I mean about a nightmare... at almost 50 years of age... What a joke. When I woke up I laughed, but it wasn't funny while I was asleep. Isn't that what life is? Until we wake up?
So I had a few days off... hanging with the lovely parental units at their fabulous timeshare in the desert. Even got in almost 24 hours with my nephew J and his beloved C... fun hanging together and taking the boat to Mikado land for some yummy sushi. My folks and I worked out everyday. We made food together in the unit, saw Amelia, Capitalism: A Love Story, and Michael Jackson's THIS IS IT. My last night there we ate at the fancy Tuscany restaurant... but my favorite memories of the week were sharing with them the notes on my book... and talking back and forth over a Chateau Ste Michelle bottle of Pinot Grigio... Then I insisted they go and nibble on each other and let me clean up... They obliged and I was very happy about that. I took my massage chair and my hands attended to stiff backs and necks, even this morning when I woke at 5ish and found my dad awake and reading the latest Dan Brown book with a stuffy nose keeping him awake. I stood behind his tension and rubbed his forehead enough he could go back to my mother and sleep a few more winks...
Elizabeth Hart, Jaded Soul (
http://www.myspace.com/276753456), asked me to write a little something something for one of her lovely photographs... I said I wouldn't have time to do it till Sunday, then put this together an hour or two later. And, having written it, I sorted out my own decision about which road to take. More on that after I come back from the blood hut.
Check out her page... (
http://www.myspace.com/276753456)
Which way should I go?
Choice is at hand? Ready to throw the switch?
Two tracks I could take.
In this moment, with this view, I don't know for certain where either path leads
and it's too late to now research options, or pull out my map.
Which path will get me where I want to go?
Perhaps one is the scenic route. Would a better view be worth the extra time it
takes to get to my heralded destination?
As the need to decide becomes imminent, my hair stands up and nerves speak out.
Will I make the right decision? Is there a right decision?
Will either option move me forward and keep me humming?
Or will a wrong decision take me so far from where I want to go that I give up
wanting to get there at all?
If only I knew the right answer.
If only I could have hindsight at this hour.
Will instinct move my hand in time?
I won't text.
Attention must be on the road ahead.
Inspired by
Hobo's Road;
photographic vision of Elizabeth Hart