gentle annie

What's not beautiful about this moment? The late afternoon light filtered through tropical plants and seashell driftwood mobiles, the view of grassy english garden which nestles my tent, or the sound of ocean pounding the beach? Is it my truest friend sitting next to me with headphones on? I will take a long beach walk at my leisure late as the sun sets, then maybe swing on the porch under the stars. Is it not enough? I am saving my own life and breaking it all the while. There is no untangling. What I didn't realize is there never was any simplicity, only ignorance.

There is a web in my hometown of debt and connection and broken promises that I cannot seem to master. If I would have waited until all was right to leave it, I'd be there still, and forever. So, I'll think about the unsettled debt and responsibilities and just smile anyway.

I'm happy for the big white dog who played with me on the beach and let me hug her with a paw on my shoulder the way my own dog did back home. A kiss from a brand new love is sweet as from an deep old one. Not really, but it sounds good.

The now.....alison krauss is playing on the stereo, the fish in the indoor pond are jumping, the black dog just introduced himself. My feet are sore from barefoot sprinting last night in a rugby field. About 300 feet from my comfy seat there is a bloated muddy river pouring itself into the sea amid much fuss and noise. I'm about ready to go see it up close.

If you think I'll be going alone, you are mistaken. Whoever else may accompany me, whoever else I may meet there at the mouth, I'll be squeezing your hand. I'll be smiling into your eyes.

Oh, love love love and kiss kiss kiss