2024.04
Morning journal posts from April 2024
Dances With Both Legs Again
2024.04.19
2024.04.19
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Abe's watching shadows through the double-sided entry way door to the sunroom from atop the loveseat, head on arm rest, long hound dog running legs stretched out with the nails he trims himself pointing at the coffee table with a television remote, a coaster, some hand sewn tea cozies and a blanket from Utah from a Mormon owned company they had flown in from Made in China.
It's still soft. Still comfortable. Still off-white. Of course.
So's Abe. Soft. Comfortable. Off-white in places. Brown in others. Black in nose. Eye circles too, mixed with bright mahogany highlights. Grey-brown ticking down his legs. Spot on his back makes a heart, a brown Gray's Anatomy Anthology shaped heart, not Valentine shaped brown heart.
The mark on the backside of his head is a waterfowl's portrait. The neck of the bird down the neck of the dog. I watch it when we walk, when he leads the lead along the lake, along the street.
I know he's not oblivious to the traffic coming at us feet away. He doesn't mind so much the way seasoned pedestrians don't.
I don't either. Though, at times, I think of that SUV that lost its hand on the wheel and left me left leg-less, if not for the alloy aluminum nine-inch nail my bone marrow wrapped itself around to take ownership of so I can walk again.
At times, Abe goes for his leash on the counter and dances. Hop-hop jump! Unannounced and ungoaded starts a walk we both know happens.
How could it not with a dancing dog dancing for a friend he knows carries the leash and can dance with both legs again?
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Punctuation.
2024.04.10
2024.04.10
Good morning, that wonderful way.
My use of grammar is my own.
At times obvious in its stretch, from what's expected.
But the point of writing is clarity of expression.
To tell the tale of the thoughts, be them story, essay, poem, dissertation; the idea is the conveyance of the experience of dream through glyph.
Punctuation is a route and not a roadmap.
The path the words take to get to you.
Sometimes there are unexpected detours.
Sometimes, 'Hey, look! A moose!’ slows down the trip by adding to the trip.
The words are our tools, they are the author's breadcrumb trail to show the scenery.
Punctuation makes necessary stops on the freeway.
Breath-catch places to take in the sights or use the restroom.
A quick period for some fast food.
'What's a semi-colon doing here? This place has fine dining? It seems so out of place. Ooh, look at the memorial to the founding of this city. So much culture. To think we just stopped to pee!'
Grammar.
Punctuation.
Spelling stays.
A word is its glyphs and what those glyphs can and might be able to do.
Every word has at least one thing in common: Potential.
The ability to grow.
Words are living things or they're just etches in sand, on slates, and screens.
All living things grow.
So, within each word is not the capability to grow, but the necessity to.
Even in your name, this holds true.
...
What is love if not the mystery of what love might be?
We redefine it every moment, everyday.
We dedicate ourselves to making shape and sense of it by adding the recognition of it to all our actions.
Love interrupted?
Only distracted by what requires love to be sustained.
Selfless love does not exist, because it requires intent.
Unintentional love is not love but opportunity for a new place for love.
Choice, love comes down to choice.
Not whether or not we love, whether or not we choose to spend it intentionally where we are.
When love stagnates, it grows heavy and drags one down, and creates a depression where they stand.
The possessor of the withheld love is best served by moving along and spending that fire.
We all hold that fire called love.
Where we choose to spend that fire becomes our life.
That flame is the most important of all, our precious gift.
We must create with it, or it will bring us down from the weight of waiting with it.
Be careful how you spend your fire, but make sure you do.
Hold a torch too long... you become the torch.
Walk on. Light up new realities, dream new dreams and set them alive with your own God gifted sunshine.
+he Ghos+
~ Wynn ~