Different Month, Same Meeting

I just realized  that I have been going to the same meeting four times a year for 14 years.  Same issues, some of the same players, some new, some have disappeared. Hum...always interesting faces there and interesting opinions.

A Phone Call

Mother’s day, Sunday morning, a call, thank you for the flowers? No.  “I have sad news…a black out….a fire hydrant hit…911…unconsciousness…a small desert hospital…”  A bag is quickly packed; a daughter says remember your sketchbook.   You drive the five hour drive with your grandparents hovering faintly just past the windshield above the hood of the car. You feel a peace, then a horror and tell them that you know that he is theirs, but that he has grandchildren of his own who still need him.  Getting close, only 46 miles of small desert road,with a blinding dust storm, left, cell service lost.  The hospital comes into view.  “I am his son…” Gurney, medical men in flight suits, oxygen bottles.  A salute from the pilot and the helicopter rises into the deep blue sky.  Mom, gas, coffee: a drive to the Paradise Road hospital.  Emergency room, ICU, “…we will run tests.” Breathing tube, sedatives, and no answers as relatives arrive.  Strong emotions and speculative prognosis are expressed by all.  Color and life re-enter his body, but eyes are closed and no words spoken.  He is stable, you wait by his side, and you quickly draw.  Later, three weeks later, still no answers, but Dad is aware with self-determination and checks himself out.  At home he rests and is recovering. 

Rubric

Please note the changes to the grading scale. Plan accordingly.

Sweet Light of Morning

March left with a roar of wind and rain both metaphorical and physical.  The new month brought a new morning of sweet color and light dancing on the clouds.  I reading this as a blessing of new beginnings and the promises of spring.  

Field of Dreams

Dreams stuck in a field of mud with no energy to pull them out.  Doors close and no new ones in sight.  Looking back obscures the one front and center.  March madness and its leprechauns play tricks of confusion.  Enjoy the cosmic moon as it glows while taking out the trash at night. .

Moving to the Rhythm

Have you ever found yourself in a place, in a culture not your own?  Here in Southern California this can be a constant as you move from one one part of town to the next and interact.  Verbal language can be tough and get in the way.  A more effective communication is body language and allowing your body to be filled with the rhythms of your surroundings so that you move and vibrate with those around you.  Then this, and a smile, make all things work out.  Well most of the time..

William S. Burroughs @ 100

His voice disturbs the surface of the normal to bring the mind to a place of creative connection to the bits, pieces, and fragments experienced and reborn on the page.