October -Finally?
I just realized about two days ago that it's the end of October.
How did that happen?
Show business I guess.
I realised several years back when I took performing full time into serious consideration , that this makes time go faster than almost anything.
Once you book time in advance - well there ya go.
A date book with days and weeks blocked - months in advance
in an instant you have magically -or mundanely sped up time.
No getting around it.
Even if I left civilization for a cave in a remote village elsewhere and became completley
physics savvy - it wouldn't change a damn thing.
The pages of time are booked ahead.
October is such a strange month.
Even though I have gone from convalescing from one show briefly ,and launching into the next
I momentarily feel restored.
Alive , awake ( although still HORRIBLY dyslexic ) energized and at once melancholiac.
Never could escape that one.
Melancholy
I used to dread October.
Always it was month when drastic things would happen.
A death , a break up , a change in residence , a fire , always something life changing.
I finally threw up my hands and embraced the meaning of it all.
Death , fire , endings and beginnings.
Surrender because death/change happens
Leaves change color and this seems so livey - yet it's the process of death.
The yellowing leaves would be on par with our skin getting wrinkled and sagging.
The magnificent leaves get brittle and fall
their skeletons are smashed to the earth by our feet and by rain and any remaining life is taken into the
arms of the cold earth.
Frost comes in the night and seals their fate.
The leaves are dead , but their smell mixed into the earth is invigorating .
The aroma is carried into the chilly air.
Our step is made brisk and what sun remains is not especially kind -
but it is honest and it's quick.
It gives us a time frame.
a reminder.
any details left unfinished must be tailored and trimmed.
Time to get ready for the incubatory stage.
The moon goes behind the clouds
and the sun is but a whisper.
reap your little harvest and wrap it up.
As ominous as all this can be , I get a jump start.
It may be coupled with moments of sentiment and reflection - but I get supercharged.
It goes until January ,and that is usually when I get sucked into Hades .
At this time , I feel the pull to stop ,turn around and spin a web in four directions, maybe maybe eight , but with a center of one.
One that creates a tunnel ,a pathway , a beam of clear vision with options to stop and retreat.
No refracting light , just one straight path.
How did that happen?
Show business I guess.
I realised several years back when I took performing full time into serious consideration , that this makes time go faster than almost anything.
Once you book time in advance - well there ya go.
A date book with days and weeks blocked - months in advance
in an instant you have magically -or mundanely sped up time.
No getting around it.
Even if I left civilization for a cave in a remote village elsewhere and became completley
physics savvy - it wouldn't change a damn thing.
The pages of time are booked ahead.
October is such a strange month.
Even though I have gone from convalescing from one show briefly ,and launching into the next
I momentarily feel restored.
Alive , awake ( although still HORRIBLY dyslexic ) energized and at once melancholiac.
Never could escape that one.
Melancholy
I used to dread October.
Always it was month when drastic things would happen.
A death , a break up , a change in residence , a fire , always something life changing.
I finally threw up my hands and embraced the meaning of it all.
Death , fire , endings and beginnings.
Surrender because death/change happens
Leaves change color and this seems so livey - yet it's the process of death.
The yellowing leaves would be on par with our skin getting wrinkled and sagging.
The magnificent leaves get brittle and fall
their skeletons are smashed to the earth by our feet and by rain and any remaining life is taken into the
arms of the cold earth.
Frost comes in the night and seals their fate.
The leaves are dead , but their smell mixed into the earth is invigorating .
The aroma is carried into the chilly air.
Our step is made brisk and what sun remains is not especially kind -
but it is honest and it's quick.
It gives us a time frame.
a reminder.
any details left unfinished must be tailored and trimmed.
Time to get ready for the incubatory stage.
The moon goes behind the clouds
and the sun is but a whisper.
reap your little harvest and wrap it up.
As ominous as all this can be , I get a jump start.
It may be coupled with moments of sentiment and reflection - but I get supercharged.
It goes until January ,and that is usually when I get sucked into Hades .
At this time , I feel the pull to stop ,turn around and spin a web in four directions, maybe maybe eight , but with a center of one.
One that creates a tunnel ,a pathway , a beam of clear vision with options to stop and retreat.
No refracting light , just one straight path.