I Spy...

Found

Welcome. You are now officially one of three people who know about this site. You found me. I am smiling.

I am sitting in the warmth of a calm, quiet night – listening to Van Morrison and the sounds of my fingers clicking keys, eating vodka soaked cherries. I am outside…surrounded with candles, wet with citronella wax, attempting to keep the bugs at bay. It is working. Irritation of any kind is completely absent from sensory experience right now...as in the firelight, I am overwhelmingly happy.

I am contemplating the myriad of connections between our words. The simple act of allowing each of the terms to play with each other, with gentle tentative proximity –from teasing innocence to the electricity of risk; inspiring so many thoughts to meander…to linger…to be the surreal shiver when everything around me is warm; these are the ingredients of thought that can make my back arch, laugh from the deepest middle of me, or provoke a timid smile.

These words here are from times gone-by…written to create something out of nothing. They are a part of me, but they are not entirely me; there are a million more pages from days drenched in joy that did not make their way here. I may fill you in on some of those…later.