I like the fact that I write because I like to throw thoughts on a page and watch them run around dressed as words. I look at them differently adorned in shapely curves and cut off sticks, and such. Sometimes when they come out dressed in formal attire, I can see their lines clearly for the first time, and I recognize them as old business buddies of mine. Other times, they are friends I used to know but who are no longer close associates, but they still pop up every now and then. There are even times when I look at them, and I see complete strangers on the page. I wonder where they came from, but I don't ask. I just let them appear. Thoughts become words. That in itself is strange.
Tonight, and this morning on my way to work, I thought about my father-in-law who is living in the same house as he has lived in for thirty-five years, but he no longer lives in the same world. I want to put those thoughts into words. He's somewhere else and often with someone else. Sometimes he talks to his hat, and he loves to wear skirts and ties together with or without pants. It's very sad because we make it sad, but if "now" is all we have, and his "now" is then or some other time and place, I just want to say, what's that all about, and why does it have to be sad? I wonder why we've created a world where we just can't "roll with it" more often than not. There are deeper thoughts inside these thoughts, but they didn't want to come out tonight and dance across the page. They don't feel like dancing because they just got a little sad.
The Lord sets the prisoners free; the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous. The Lord watches over strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widows. Psalms 146: 8-9
Peace. Love, Linda
Tonight, and this morning on my way to work, I thought about my father-in-law who is living in the same house as he has lived in for thirty-five years, but he no longer lives in the same world. I want to put those thoughts into words. He's somewhere else and often with someone else. Sometimes he talks to his hat, and he loves to wear skirts and ties together with or without pants. It's very sad because we make it sad, but if "now" is all we have, and his "now" is then or some other time and place, I just want to say, what's that all about, and why does it have to be sad? I wonder why we've created a world where we just can't "roll with it" more often than not. There are deeper thoughts inside these thoughts, but they didn't want to come out tonight and dance across the page. They don't feel like dancing because they just got a little sad.
The Lord sets the prisoners free; the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous. The Lord watches over strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widows. Psalms 146: 8-9
Peace. Love, Linda
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