“There was people sufferin’ in pain and hunger. Some people their tongues were hangin’ out of their mouths.”
Lately there is some kind of a membrane between me and my life that I seem powerless to penetrate.
Everything seems to occur at one remove.
My faults and shortcomings keep me stubborn company.
Nor will I quit them.
Often, I am a poor friend to others. Although I empathize, I also do not let your problems penetrate. I forget that you have them. I forget what you’ve shared with me. I forget your birthday and your spouse’s name. I don’t return your calls and letters.
But you are in good company. I am just as poor a friend to myself as I am to you.
So…. no hard feelings, right?
The world continues in its beauty, unabated and unabashed. Tormenting me with blue sky and birdsong and the sound and smell of the sea in it. Flowers nodding in the warm breeze, bees droning, worms eating the earth one miniscule bite at a time, the whole of it spinning in a void teeming with insensate light and energy off in the tall weeds at the edge of the Milky Way…
“I could be a mud doctor. Checkin out the eart’ from underneat’.”
May the world shower you with blessings today.