SPB, dead of winter. Beware the low flying angels.. I only catch glimpses of that world, my world..Realities of all sorts hold me firmly on the ground, no escape, not any more. Lower expectations with a chance of freezing rain. I was looking at a face of a man I used to love, two snapshots, 8 years apart, and it hurt me that he has aged so. I wanted to touch his hair, almost all grey now, to kiss his eyes, like before..it wasn't love, it was pain from loosing the image of him imprinted in my head, it was somehow my loss and I quietly mourned it over a drink. Who knew loosing can be so exciting ?..And I've only lost a few preconceived notions. I want to be above my own anguish, above pettiness ravaging my soul, tiny little grudges with long and lingering shadows. I should let it go. There's always peace in random angel sightings, in the sudden humbling awareness of being in an otherwise completely oblivious world.
2 comments:
Listen to the angels; not listening is why most people are so unhappy. Miracles are happening every moment, we just need to be aware of them.
I hope you are doing well. I'll bet your smile rocks the world!
:)
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