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!
© Tom Taylor