December 17, 2014

Shedding, discarding and permalinks

Once you trot down couple of decades with the acceleration of a downhill ride, defenses and fences come down easy, long-held beliefs melt like spent wax on a candle, but fires burn hotter, with a glow strong and memorable, like the last spark just before the flame's extinguishing.
Fire for connection, fire for the few and chosen, fire for examining your journey of being.

The progression is as such: a stiffness coats everything, from joints to emotional responses to the old car door that refuses to badge in the morning. Melancholy varnishes that stiffness with the appropriate citron- to support the grey. Then a cold northern gale sweeps up the dust and scatters the pieces adrift, maybe starting up a new thought on someone or niggling out a sensation on an unsuspecting and un-acculturated, tender still, pupil of the human condition. Or, it just falls down as a minuscule layer of detritus in the gutter of life. The end of the fire is ashes, carbon and then ...

Then  comes the long wait for permalinks to flesh out roots, to travel another road, to cloak another Odysseus's body with the scars of the journey.

And so is the start of Winter.