I get emails from visitors who seem to find some meaning in the things I write. It seems that I have these relatively simple thoughts or ideas and as I attempt to draw them with words something appears in the background that actually means something to someone.
So, for those who find some wisdom in my words, by way of warning, this is me just after 9 pm, Friday June 20, 2014:
I’m sitting on my window seal three stories up in my room overlooking King George Street in Jerusalem. The Shabbat horn sounded a few hours ago, so the street is uncharacteristically quiet.
I’m thinking about how much pain I have caused people I care about and people who care about me as I search for a state of reflective solitary freedom. As the melting ice waters down my Whiskey, I regret not picking up a 3 pack of smokes on the way home, and then I regret that I am regretting that. I consider taking a short nap so I can go out later because sometimes it is easier to be alone in a crowd than to be alone alone. And, I think again about how much pain I have caused people I care about and people who care about me as I search for a state of reflective solitary freedom.
I think if I knew me, I would not listen to me, but then if I did know me then maybe I would write something worth reading.
So, I’m going to freshen up this drink, pick up my guitar sit back in the window seal and play. I may even sing a little, ‘cause I do that now and then after a drink or two. The Whiskey probably does not help me find me, but the fog helps me forget all I have lost and all I have taken while looking.
So, I am clearly bluesing a little tonight, sorry. And, for those who think they might really know what I talking about, whether you believe it or not, I really am sorry.
For those who have shared this path with me, for any amount of time, I do not understand this either, but I’m sure trying.
And for the rest of you cats…
Thanks for stopping by.
Friday, June 20, 2014