Waiting on Angela
Greetings from the tiny piece of nature preserved in old
Gretna called Hermitage Park. It’s early enough that the heat hasn’t beaten me
into submission and right here, right now; I am reminded of how good it feels
just be out sometimes. It’s so easy this seductive multichannel television, air
conditioned life. You soon cease thinking there was ever any good reason for
being outside.
The above mentioned Angela, my daughter, has a
neighbor and I swear, every time I go there the woman’s outside. Okay, then,
ninety five percent of the time. I’ve speculated as to the reasons for this,
said speculations running the gambit from there’s something outside she’s afraid she’ll miss to
“Them new-fangled devices like flat screen televisions are threatening my
immortal soul and I’ll have no part of such going on!”
Today I kind of get it. The birds are
singing busily, life in the form of commuters
is crawling past at twenty five miles an hour and I’m guessing those
poor folks are all unaware of the oneness, of the connection you feel when you
shut your whinny inner critic for a moment
and just take things in. I am moved on this bright cotton cloudy day to share
my feelings of joy. Oh, I’m sober by the way. Not sure now why I felt the need
to mention that, oh well. I guess I’m saying some days it’s good to be alive on
this earth, love in your ❤.
