A Journal of Sorts
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"well, my little boy he told me something just the other night. he whispered it as I kissed him before I turned out the light. and of course he said it simple as only children can he said "daddy, daddy, daddy, please I'm ready to dream again." ~ Harry Chapin ~ I don't have a pet these days, nor do I have children or a wife or any sort of permanent 24/7 commitment (work and a few adopted family/friends is as close as it gets)... my workdays are usually longer than eight hours, pushing ten and sometimes twelve, occassionally longer, so plopping into my big green chair (or bed) after eating and basic daily body care is about all there's time or energy for... lack of exercise and general emotional malais have reduced my base energy level to unpleasantness (for me at least), and grumbling here is about as much activitiy as any weekday gets (if this much)... days off are not much more active as the first 24 hours is usually minimally conscious unwinding, vegetating, and sleep - leaving the second 24 for any activities I might motivate myself to do... alas, not the ideal life I'd like to live, but this is still the rebuilding phase so I am doing well to have security and creature comforts like my choice of foods I'd like to eat, body-care supplies and such, and personal comforts like the big green chair and this laptop rambling space... and the new car, there's some progress, I guess J on the other hand, the dog and kids are blessings under foot when I can find them in this ten thousand square food maze of a house... love is in full bloom... and the gardens outside are sanctuary and therapy, as much as my written gardens, as I enjoy the leisure life I've afforded myself in my youthful successes... not having to work anymore is a blessing for my creative soul, for while most might become bored and lethargic (or go stir crazy), I find inspiration in the slightest movement of life and surround myself with loving sharing so there is no time for boredom and wondrously wonder-filled wonder whenever I wish... rested, well-fed and exercised, life is good... my dear readers, be not confused... the difference in the previous paragraphs is not a matter of reality and fantasy, for both have been both in this life... all the words in this entry speak of actual experiences I have lived... the difference is timing... you can decide for yourself what words might be more representative of today, what might be more memory or fantasy or daily reality... or mystical vision quest, for that matter... and the dog nuzzles for love |
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