As the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming, softly, not to the music, but to something else. Someplace else.
A place remembered.
A field of grass where no one seemed to have been, except for the deer. And the memory is strengthened by the memory of you – dancing in my awkward arms.
Finally joined the library, the new reading list looks like this:
One reason I join libraries is so that I can read books from people or institutions that I refuse to give money to.. like Seymour Hersh. I refuse to fund this bastard, but I do want to know what he’s saying.
“Blueprint for Action : A Future Worth Creating” (Thomas P.M. Barnett)
One of my favorite authors is Richard Bach. A run through of my blogging over the last four years will point you to many quotes from his works over the years. There’s probably been no other author that was more influential in my most contemplative years as a teenager as this man.
Bach wrote across two books of his belief, so to speak, in alternate worlds. I believe it was in “One” that he wrote of how everytime we reach a major decision in life.. our world splits in two.. The reality.. and the alternate…
In one world, we move on.. with the decision that we made, the choice locked, and the reality is…. well the reality of what we face.
In the other world, the alternate, the opposite is true.. and thus the world splits off and becomes…. the alternate… it goes on without you, so to speak…
And then, in our dreams, or our nightmares, and at other times, we get a glimpse of what could have been – but yet will never be.
Or could it…