Sunday, September 01, 2013
turn the page
The turned page I am referring to is the calendar, the one on the wall with images of sunlit vineyards and the darker one in my head and along my veins. I welcome its turning, its flip into September, with promises of cooler weather, falling leaves, lighter branches. My August was stormy, tempestuous, and laden with hollow anxiety. (How was yours?) August is gone. It is so yesterday. Its self-inflicted wounds are already scabbing over, hardening, waiting to fall off so that new skin can be brightly born. September song: shed, shed, let go, let go, tweet, tweet. Say farewell to thunder and rain and prepare for wind and snow and sleet. Welcome the gently falling leaf floating in the dusk offering Vesper prayers with no incense but weary sighs. Hello, curled redbud leaf now yellowed still partly heart-shaped settled on yesterday's lawn tomorrow. Greetings, September.
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9 comments:
Pffffttt
This isn't the Pawlie that I know. Witty, wordy, smithy, quipy-- those are the Kokonuts that falls on my head-- not all this depressing rabble. But work it out as you see fit, we all support you....
But I have news for you, my man. There is a wind gathering outside. Tumbleweeds are blowing through. Earthquake weather? Nay. Tsunami warning? Unlikely.
Bags are getting packed, lists are getting checked off, and Flavor Nation is taking aim on San Francisco.
#Questfor4th
Looking forward to seeing you, my man.
I will note, however, that the last line of your thread is poetic genius. I might have to find a spot for that somewhere, maybe facebook or a time capsule or something.
Written words melting together, they coalesce, they speak louder than spoken words. You have the gift Pawlie, don't forget that....
Didn't mean to be such a downer or anything like that. SF looms as liberator and soul-quencher. How can I lose? Place I'm staying is called Good Vibrations in Healing.
Certainly different than the Pawlie we know on The Flap, but definitely good stuff.
Looking forward to meeting you Saturday during the Orange Sombrero Flapalooza. Safe travels.
Chuck (Chi)
Thanks, Chuck, and Craig. And all. My head awaits the sacred Sombrero.
You may write more eloquently when depressed. But I know it won't last long. New leafs. Or leaves. The Maple Leafs, right?
i don't know how to respond to such eloquent words except to wish you the september that your generous heart deserves, paul.
Thanks, Susanasan and Mikey and Chuck and Craig et al.
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