in a different time, in a different place, i was a…

in a different time, in

a different place, I was a

kite

floating in the wind, stretching in all directions, the wind pushing against me, my colors so bright

in a different time, in

a different place, I was a

dog

running, barking, chewing, playing, biting, snarling – grrrrrrrrrr

in a different time, in

a different place, i

was a monk,

a bird,

a rock,

an ant,

a tree,

a bee,

a lizard,

a dolphin,

a spider,

a king,

a horse,

a pawn,

a-fool-a-wizard-a-warrior-a-doctor-and-priest

now I am me

and tomorrow?

tomorrow what shall i be?

Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges

“Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes

On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated — so:

‘Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the

Ranges–

‘Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you.

Go!'”

– From Rudyard Kipling’s “The Explorer” – 1898

it is a test of one’s will and conviction to follow one’s inner voice that quests for that which is lost.

we all start out young pioneers in the world, delighted with all that is new, seeking to learn more with each and every day. as the days go by, we become wiser to the subtleties of life, we carry the scars and memories which are the source of fear.

both internal and external change becomes harder as we loose flexibility. at some point we become “comfortably numb“.

Terry Pratchett….

There is a book store near my house that i like to go to. it is owned by a gray haired, middle aged, straight faced Yemen and his wife who looks roughly his age, only with long deep black hair, a thin face, and a wide smile.

A few weeks ago i dropped in on a friday morning and bought a Terry Pratchett book. it was my forth or fifth.