Sarah Texting Furiously

a few nights ago, i was across the street at the pub having a nosh and a pint, ensconced in one of my favorite corners, back by the array of two story tall brew tanks where magic occurs...but that's another story for another time...
...i was sipping and munching, munching and sipping and watching the evening's assortment of humanity when a young woman (early to mid-twenties, i would guess) walks into the section and begins to anxiously look about for a few seconds...a staff person asks if she needs help and she replies she's looking for her friends back by the brew tanks...okay...they are over twenty feet tall and shiny stainless steel...she thinks she's in the right place?...then out comes the phone and she begins to text furiously...i see a guy at a table about fifteen feet away look at his digital communicator and shout "Sarah!".

...fifteen feet...gone is the sense of adventure.

Dwight

Dwight, or Dee-White as i preferred to call him is off now to roll in the eternal catnip, gone cavorting to wherever good kitties go...when i would visit my friend Nick, Dee-White would let me share his couch with him and lie purring on my chest, keeping me warm on those cold Columbus nights in the bargain...he will be missed as much as he was loved...perhaps even a bit more...

shadow and light source both

How does a part of the world leave the world?
How does wetness leave water? Don't try to

put out a fire by throwing on more fire! Don't
wash a wound with blood. No matter how fast

you run, your shadow keeps up. Sometimes it's
in front! Only full overhead sun diminishes

your shadow. But that shadow has been serving
you. What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is

your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.
I could explain this, but it will break the

glass cover on your heart, and there's no
fixing that. You must have shadow and light

source both. Listen, and lay your head under
the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers

and wings sprout on you, be quieter than
a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a coo


~ Rumi ~

...one of my grannies used to tell me, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all."

and such it is...