Some lives are like that. The doggie you adopt at 10, who had the saddest life up until then. Then this life of joy, and it passes by too soon. Some lives are like that for humans, too. Sometimes it’s time for a change. And start on to something new. South to somewhere warmer, perhaps. And you wonder why you never thought of doing that. It’s something that only occurs to you later. And, then, it’s going great, until you’re eaten by an alligator! Well, not really. How ironic if you’re a vegetarian. To be somebody’s last meal! Anyway, if you’re lucky, some place where there’s teal! And beige! And freshly cut lawns, and still wildlife on parade! Inhaling the desert air with a cold beverage in your hand. The condensation melting all down your hands. And you say, “Ahhhh,” like that. Reborn beneath a sweltering sun. It could be done! Your heart and your mind may be troopers, never giving up on something. You give it everything you got, and keep going. But maybe your soul is aching for something more. And would prefer to clear the boards. Let’s get away from it all, it says. Somewhere with a pool and air conditioning. Maybe off the Gulf of Mexico. You’ll never ache for winds! They make quite an entrance. They don’t even knock before coming in! And not a box in New York City that could get you acres of real living! Anywhere else. Someplace new, someplace new. Maybe, well, just for today, it starts inside of you. I’m so tired of being tired, you might say. Whatever pleasure my final remaining vices give me – however innocuous – maybe they’re not serving me. I know I could be somebody, like that old pup in the shelter. Coming to life for the first time ever! At the age of ten years old. Life begins when your heart explodes! And though the heart is always ticking, it matters not the time when the moment arrives. Perhaps a change of view will do. Another shot at being twenty, no matter what the outside of you is saying. It’s that feeling you capture on the inside! This feeling of a dream coming true! Something timeless, so it doesn’t matter how old the soul has grown. That kind of yearning. That feeling when you hear a distant train whistle. While lying in your bed late at night. It’s somewhere out there in the distance. Or that sound of a plane passing by, to some faraway land. Will I find myself there? It’s fun to dream, anyway. Something to light the spark. Whether it catches or not. Just that flickering light will do. It’s somewhere in your heart. Keep dreaming, if those dreams elicit something in you. So many lives have come and gone without it, through no fault of their own. That old dog in the shelter at ten, who doesn’t get adopted. All of life’s sorrows can be maddening. Let them go, anyhow. It’s only a brief moment, so find the joy in it all. That higher place where you lose the “I” in things. And with it, go the dreams. But that selfless feeling when you breathe sometimes. When that love pours in, and you lose however briefly the idea of your separation from things. Hold to that feeling as long as you can. All the sadness is illusion, they say. It will all make sense someday. “The answer’s at the end,” as Sir Frank Crisp wrote in one of his quotes in George Harrison’s mansion. Weep with those who weep, but don’t sink. There’ll be nobody to rescue them if you do. Be someone who shines your light, however much you feel the pain, too. There’s so much beauty in it all. Somehow it’s true. Something sublime. I may never be Sinatra, holding a cold beverage while hiding out in Palm Springs. The world on a string! But there is happiness in little corners. The strings, they all connect. It’s something in the heart. In those moments you forget. That are the most timeless of all. It’s something about love. That captures you in a rapturous moment. Often when there is nobody else to be found. And there is something bigger. Of that much I am sure. There is intelligence so much greater, than that which takes human form. When I lose myself a little, and I let go of the dream I’m dreaming, I find the dream returns. Touched by so much love. Unmistakably from someplace higher above. The usual frequencies we’re frequenting. So, today you dream a little. Something that sparks your soul. Whether you ever get there or not, let’s not worry. Your love will keep you warm. ☀️  

Just a Thursday ramble, nursing a very sore back! It’s wonderful to dream. Some really do come true! I love you whoever is reading! (Whomever?) Whichever! Well, YOU!! ❤️  

We’ll all get along!! Thank you for so much love here! Happy Weekend in advance!! 🥰😌☀️  

a little ramble for someone p.s.!! … 1:15!! … Ah!! You’re like Sinatra circa ’53!! There’s that green kinda thing where the voice is higher, a little less sure, and statements end sounding kinda like questions with that uptick! *Then!!* There’s you! Squarely and securely in the ‘I’m nailing it phase’ through and through!! That Sinatra one circa 1953! That’s YOU! *Now!!* So sure. So confident. This steady beat. And nuanced!! You interject compassion and a broader understanding of where things are at, right in the middle of a question. The ultimate setup!! And you do it with such force, you’re like the grounding beat beneath the whole thing. The segment is yours! You own it! Sorry for the Sinatra comparison, but it comes so fittingly to mind. Never mind the blue eyes!! The two most hypnotizing blue pairs, regardless of gender divide! This aural and visual melding! Buoyed by this energy so astounding. You can feel it!! And you can tell the moment it’s disappeared. Like that quiet after a storm, you can tell something is now missing!! And you can’t help but feel, “Let’s get back to this thing before!!” “What was that? That was just playing??” And people unconsciously rewind the video back. I *swear* people are doing that!! Well, not just me, obviously!! I mean so many others from all walks of life. Because it’s the energy of you that is felt! Then you match it with a pin-striped dress, and the hair, and the eyes. *Sigh!!* And the sound and your command. I mean, it’s everything!! How do you pick apart the elements of this heart-wrenching compound? Like a Sinatra song circa 1953, they do the same thing. It all hits you at once, and you find yourself going back, and playing it again. Because there’s something in it that’s magic. That’s how it is, every time you do the thing you do. You add this touch of beauty and some higher level feeling to what otherwise feels ordinary. And you feel it the very second it’s removed. So, the hands move, without even thinking! The needle put right back at the start of the recording. Or pressing the backward-arrow button on the remote in 2020. That “Do it again!! Do it again!!” emotion, like a little kid, whenever you perform. It’s something going on behind the most staggering blue eyes. Sinatra is just the touching point or meeting ground, something to relate the idea to that which is felt. But, it’s all about you. Simply amazing!! And just like that, you’ve lifted the whole day. *5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 performance!! 🙂☀️ Yay!!!!!