January 3, 2012

• home

  There’s a place in my head right now.  I can’t get it out.  I don’t think I’ve ever been there or ever seen it.  Although maybe I have seen it.  When I’m watching time pass me by at places with fancy cable, we do watch some riveting house shows.  And cooking shows.  And really horrendously stupid musicals like Anchors Aweigh or something like that with Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra in which the best part of the show was the title song played at the end of the movie which happens to be the song the band plays when our high school football team scores a touchdown.  Anyhow.  I digress.  Slightly. 

  The place.  It’s heaven.  On earth.  This huge place on the side of a hill overlooking everything. Trees and sky and more trees and more sky and color and peace.  And it’s filled with windows floor to ceiling, side by side, wall to wall.  And where there isn’t window there is soft colored wood, the color of what is it the color of?  The color of sunny sand.  The color of newly baked white bread just barely done. The sun is always shining in the daytime and the sky is always blue.

  And it’s quiet.  So quiet I can hear nothing.  But it’s not empty or lonely.  In fact it is very full.  It’s full of thoughts and touching.  A place where if you need someone to listen to you, someone will.  Maybe even without words penetrating the air.  And if you need silence it is there for the taking.  And if you need someone to touch your shoulder or your heart, there is someone there to do it.  Without asking.  If you need someone to tell you the answer, you just close your eyes and the answer comes.  If you need laughter, you have but to open your eyes and see it.  If you need to cry, the tears come without pain.  If you need a smile, it comes through the air.  And a feeling of connectedness.  Like everyone you have ever needed or will need is right there.

   

  (this song was delivered to me this morning by serendipity)

  ………there’s plenty of room.  Come on over.

  • 8:29 am
  • 31 Comments