Today is the beginning of all that is new. For me. In an old-fashioned sense of becoming literate. In the technical way of tapping the keys and I don't mean shoes in a unique way of dancing, such as a rhythm with my feet that opened the door to my computer...of pointing to a site, and it's not my finger in the Swiss Alps pointing to the Matterhorn just before dawn. The time I was there I was in the shadow of the Matterhorn just before dawn, and life was surely complicated, but the definitions seemed closer to home. I could look someone in the eye and point my finger at him. Not his hologram. But we might now Skype today and it'd be called intimate.
I could tell you some stories! And I will!!!
Stay with me, and the stories will take me to the stage where I will tell you tales of a life so well lived it will snap the buttons off your shirt.
Hope you have buttons, they're so much more...I dunno...something that I cherish.
Memories of one button at a time...the tempo so slow, and the rhythm can move as it will since it didn't start so damn fast in the beginning that that there's no place to go but...
I trust you, my friends.
Tempo, let go. Down and look around.
Find the voice of your vibrating self and hear it, my beloveds...hear the beauty and the call, and answer the return, because it's always there.
How I love you as I ReSound with your becoming!
Friday, August 20, 2010
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