Tarmac Meditations #29: Emotional Brambles

August 8, 2010

Appreciation to all of you who thought to say hey yesterday… the day was surprisingly long, harder than many preceding. Wondrous to me that the day came. I showed up, friends showed up, the sun crossed the sky in its proper arc and the moon rose to signal both the end of day and the beginning of the next year in the form of a single day. Wasn’t always a slam dunk for me that it could work like that.

August 9, 2010

Another night, another dance with snakes and spiders of my dreams, the terrors of the years gone by. I know now that if I hang in, hold tight, the daylight comes and they disappear. For awhile. “You can be in my dream if I can be in yours/I said that.” Dylan. Very easily done. He said that too. I say enough Dylan — it’s morning and it’s time to go to work. Words, can you hear me callin’?

August 11, 2010

Sometimes getting lost is harder than one might imagine. In the end, safety is where you find it; like love itself — it is there or it’s not. When things have changed sometimes all a guy can do is wait for the sunrise and set out to start all over again.

August 13, 2010

Ran again. Worked out again. Took the long hill home. Raining in the east, fires in the west…thinkin’ about the why of things, the how of never being here, the where of the places I have been and, of course, the who it is who was there…might just be The Who…either Daltrey or Horton but ‘who’ nevertheless.

August 14, 2010

Been working my through some serious emotional brambles. Feel like the other side is in sight. Heard the wolves howling last night, metaphorically, spent some hard hours keepin’ things tight, wrestling with demons of my own making. Lit out in the pre dawn streets of my hometown, put in my miles, cuppajoe with a friend, a meeting and home, looking for the words or better, getting ready for them to come.

Kept it tight ’till daylight came. Lifted. Will run later. Stayin’ steady with the new day. Fall chill inside the summer heat; another day, another drift in, or is it on, a river not of my own making.

Photo Credit

“Moon Cradle” James Jordan @ Flickr.com. Creative Commons. Some Rights Reserved.