Monthly Archives: August 2015
It is the new faces I see every day for they somehow help fill the empty spaces around my heart. The emptiness of failed loves, failed friendships, those on the hidden part of the circle of life. The infusion of new emotions, ideas and intuition restore the remembered truth. The truth being that my whole life has been a wandering and has ebbed and flowed with the tides of my revelations and truths. The emptiness is nothing but a space waiting to be filled for if I was filled with myself and my own beliefs I would not be a vessel that could satisfy your need for giving and my hunger to receive.
As I wander I find that the length of time in travel shortens and the time of rest, rejuvenation and exchange gets longer. The purpose of the journey, usually of less importance than my label for it somehow dims into the mirage of yesterday and the waning enthusiasm and fantasies of the start.
The fabric of my thoughts are now interwoven with the threads of the motel owner from California, the inn keeper from Canada, the lifelong resident owner of a flea market, the server at the mom and pop diner, and the bar tender at the steak house willing to cut up my steak.
I think of home and it seems that each succeeding trip leaves me with less than before. Sometimes wonder if the 25 year friendship is of greater consequence than the four day acquaintance of lightning fast exchanges. I suddenly realize that I have already romanticized the exchange and know that there is always warmth, security and much effort behind the friendships of home. But we must always remember that paths are either wanting to diverge or merge leaving us, often surprised and in anguish. A 35 year marriage ends because one or both forgot to tell the other they now feel differently. The relationships at home are actually sometimes improved but remember, the 4 day exchange with the inn keeper has forever changed you as it has her.
The Last Refrain
Where would you be if your heart was free from fear and pain?
And your soul was playing your last refrain, would you do it again
Would you ride with joy on the crest of a wave and would you laugh
When your body could no longer contain that part of your soul
That once remained in my heart torn out the last remains of the
Memories we shared from long ago on some primordial plain
When the earth was young and our spirits mingled in the sun
Filled with hope, rays of hope that caught your hair and burst
Flames of love that filled the air, cascades of gold did we dare to
Declare our eternal love in another time when hearts of joy
Placed by endless time to renew when the day was yours and mine
Or will you break the rhythm of the song that I sang undone
Leaving the last refrain UN sung till our day under the sun was won.
Lost to our eternity and the light of freedom that joins the stars
Destiny calls you from the grave in your defiance the plans you laid
Your eternal glory in the name of God the father and the son
But men of doubt know no heaven then our earthly realm
For we lay at the threshold of the gods when the stars were born
Lost to the symphony of life that plays so beautifully every morn
The same song I sang to you when our love was young
When we danced to the rhythms of our souls under the sun
Siloam Springs, a quaint old town on the Oklahoma/Arkansas border roughly an hour away from Fayetteville, AR. of about 15,000 people.
Siloam Springs, once popular when mineral spring water was thought to have curative properties. The whole downtown setting consists of the springs in a park and r, refurbished old buildings including B&B.s, antique shops, restaurants, an old refurbished assembly hall and very friendly gracious people
Wandering is the art of unplanned travel segments that take us from oasis to oasis where the body, mind and soul are refreshed and replenished by exchanges with our hosts physically, emotionally and spiritually and where great friendships and new ideas are spawned in the cultural exchange of giving and receiving.