Wandering Mind
10.08.15 -- Nothing
comes to mind, which may be good for meditation but
not for writing. But if I just keep going, I know I’ll find
something interesting. Hmmm.
Not much in this corner of my brain. I’ve been wandering
around the future
lately, trying to shift from a longtime regular job that recently ended
to
building my home-based Isagenix business, or maybe jumpstarting
my freelance writing career, or trying to
market the books and stories I’ve already written, or hitting a few
art fairs to sell my Cosmic Landscapes space art...see
what I mean? It’s pretty scary over
here, stumbling around in the dark, not knowing which way to go. But I do see a warm glow emanating from the
archive
section of my mind. I mosey into the present for a sip of coffee then
follow
the light. It leads me through a tangled forest of forgotten
memories,
Buddy and me
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where
nebulous images appear in the periphery of my vision but dissolve as soon
as I try
to
focus in on them. I push on into a clearing, the source of the
warm glow. My late dad Buddy is there, sitting behind the wheel of our
1961
Ford Country Squire station wagon. “Let’s get
lost!” he says. It was one of his
favorite pastimes, just driving around aimlessly until you find
something great,
like a swimming hole with a rope swing, or an antique car show, or a
dirt road
through a thick forest, or a country carnival with rides. I hop into the
car.
“Happy-go-lucky,” my dad says as we drive off into
an unknown that seems a lot less frightening than it did just a couple hundred words ago.
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