I had a weird dream early this morning. A kid whom was working at this hotel I was at, was showing me the directions to park my vehicle. So I followed him, got in his small golden colored late model car. The windows were roll downs and they had been rolled down. He drove us into the water. I said, "What the bleep?" I started swimming out of the car and he started coming after me. I said again, "What the bleep?" and started swimming harder to get away from him. That is all I can remember.
I did not look it up in my dream dictionary, but I am guessing it has something to do with the suspicion I have of a man who is dating my BFF. If I do not return from my class reunion activities this weekend, I want you all to know of my impending doom.
The days are hot. It is summer and that means humidity. Summers are suppose to be a time to enjoy canoeing, fishing, picking berries, gardening, mowing the yard, running, playing ball, biking and swimming. It is not a time to go head in the house to escape the temperatures. Instead, kick your shoes off, cut up your old t-shirt, put on your sunscreen and wear a hat. Get outside and enjoy the heat. It is summer after all.
So I was thinking on Mother's Day as I was sitting around the campfire by myself this thought popped into my mind. It would be great if I could live here on my farm, maybe raise a pig and a cow, along with the chickens, cats and dogs, and have a garden. And I would count on my neighbor to grow the feed for the livestock. And we would shop at the local General Store that would NOT get their items from foreign countries but from other crafters within the state or county. And we would gather together in times of harvest and planting. We would share in joys and sorrows. And no one would go without. Everyone would have enough to eat, and warm place to sleep, food in the pantry, food for the livestock, and a place for the children to run and play without fear of stranger abductions.
Is anyone else out there interested? I realize some would say, hey join the Amish. Or some other religious cult. But I don't need religion. Religion is what has caused the great divide of humanity. I am looking for others who wish to commune with others on this spiritual level, who wish to live together as a human unit.
I saw the rope Innocently blowing gently against the silver maple trunk root bound on top of the concrete It is what its forced to do
But no complaints come from the tree until the wind blows starting slowly, gently, rocking to and fro lullaby for finches and chickadees, who fly around in a buzz scrounging for their supper
Alas, I have gotten off the subject of my suicidal discoveries
I saw the rope and cut it but it was tough cotton, old and covered with a film of moss
as I sawed the salvation to my suicide my arm began to wear such work to off one's self why all the bother? there should be an easier way or at least a less dreadful effort to send the soul to the other side.
Finished. The rope is now cut, the curious dangling rope is but a stump of a rope still attached to the Silver Maple forever, soon to become swallowed up into the abyss of organic life.
My thoughts of giving up life by using the rope is now being taken by the life force of the Silver Maple forever being locked up to be found by some palenentolgist from another galaxy exploring Mother Earth by a future being.
Even in death, life continues in perputual motion forever and ever. Only dust becomes us and in that moment it ceases to be just a particle but nothingness.