Wyclef sings in a smokey haze of my youth and as the weird number of 3 0 comes to find me I feel fairly content to say goodbye to a part of me that experienced the world in a completely different realm to the me that is now and the collective universal raindrop of time that my piers share.
I hope the future brings us back together becomes a concept of how I thought it should be but isn’t. Like the arcane beauty of an outdated piece of art. But it fades and change is the only certainty.
The love (forgive me I am an optimistic cynic at heart…whose New Year’s resolution was to stop reading the newspaper….it only feeds the growing fear of life!)…oh ja….the love…is something that becomes significant. A twist in one’s inevitably mysterious passage through the strange phenomenon of earth. Not just love between lovers - but yes there have been an overcountable amount of weddings, hen’s parties (eeeuuugghh…too many girls for me!) and baby showers - but love between old friends who can tell each others discomfort by the tilt of their smile; love between families who at this point realize that they are all just individuals who share a common weirdly worldly experience; and love between the strangers that we see on a daily basis in the workplace but never take the time to know.
A whirlwind of our own personal lesson in sorcery ...a Saturn Return of note …almost certainly a familiar airing of thoughts for those who try to marry spirit and grounding.
Bring it on! Life is an eternal unravelling.
Yours in purple
