Ebb and Flow The other night I took a drive down to Lake Michigan. There was a smitten couple sitting on the Lighthouse dock, so I climbed among the large flat rocks until I found one near enough to hear the lapping water, yet not too close to actually get splashed (which, if you knew the pollution level of the lake in our area, you would understand). I laid down and noticed a few things instantly. First, living in Nashville, I really miss seeing the stars like you can in a let black sky that bleeds into a rippling black horizon. Second, the mosquitos are much worse in Wisconsin than in Tennessee. But what stood out the most was the similarity in the ebb and flow of the lake on my left and the stoplight-regulated hum of traffic speeding up and slowing down to my distant right. Whether made by God or man, everything in this world has a rhythm, waxing and waning, balancing the ups and downs, ins and outs. Life is a rhythm. Some days are jubilant, some are somber, but they're all part of the rhythm of life. Last night was my gradfather's funeral. Tomorrow is my friend's wedding. Beginnings and Ends, Celebration and Remorse, Laughter and Tears. Ebb and Flow. posted by me 7:24 PM . . .
What to do? Do you ever just feel at a loss? You have so many things on your plate and so many things to think about that you don't even know where to start? I feel as though I am at this crux right now. I have to start somewhere, I can't stay still any longer. My mind must find a journey on which to begin, a path which will lead me to the first defiable challenge, at the end of which stands the door which will open to the next level, the next world. How many levels and lives I have left in this game is not yet determined. Stay tuned for updates and weapon exchanges. posted by me 11:47 AM . . .
