Sunday, 8 February
Good Morning
Jessicca…
We’re
suddenly having a flood of birthdays.
Three are being celebrated here today and then there is yours tomorrow, Monday. What is it about June that makes it such a
fetching month for lovers? Maybe it has
to do with spring being in full bloom and the summer heat hasn't yet
arrived. Everyone seems naturally
attractive. People get playful beneath
the glow of lightening bugs and the distant sound of music. There’s a fragrance for all of this.
It’s
difficult to write anything these days.
There’s little by me that ring true.
Truth is not an approximate location.
You have to be standing directly on it to know it. It’s a dangerous thing to break free from a
life of unnoticed, small lies.
Maybe lie is
too strong a word. We have misunderstandings;
basic ones about the nature of life around us.
We aren't meant to know too much.
Too much truth creates new falsehoods in our minds. True believers in knowledge of any sort take
their conclusions to the point of absurdity.
We make grand conclusions with little supportive evidence.
Feelings
enter into our thinking. Life must have
its rewards. Fear gives our thoughts
immediacy but it warps ideas subtler than survival. I quickly arrive in a briar patch if I pursue
a thought very far. There are too many
variables. There’s too much I fail to
understand.
Much of my
truth is based on hope. I hope there’s
something decent managing this whole complex affair. I’d like a soft landing at the end – not just
for myself but everyone I care about.
Life has beautiful moments but we deserve heart-felt congratulations and
a period for recovery once it’s over.
You've a
birthday tomorrow. Everything is still
ahead for you. You’re entering prime
time here and now. Blow out every candle
with a single breath and wish upon a star.
Birth is the magical trial of entry into this curious realm. Happy Birthday, Jessicca!
Love,
Dad
© Tom Taylor
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