Tonight the wind was hard, cleansing and freeing. The rain was brilliant. I was dripping onto my plate as I ate. It was two ears of corn from a basket a customer/friend had dropped by on his way home from the garden. I threw 2 (in the husk) on a fire of coals and mesquite wood to roast as I unshod myself into the gospel of bare feet. I can live in the succulent romance of these things because I choose them as my life.
But the days such as this one when so many ask you for magic in their dilemmas and are so lost, despairing and demanding. . . I am older and my back has been in so many corners that surely one is similar to theirs. So I perform the illusion of a miracle with an answer. It’s show biz and they ask me for an autograph, my hot line number, their salvation insurance policy. But we have none of that here.
On this avenue of the carnival creatures all we have is the secret ability to take off our shoes and be with the rain, the lightening and the grasses of earth. Ultimately, that somehow always leads us to them and we become a small rain shower that disperses the storm.
Filed under: Life | Tagged: Nature, Philosophy
