The Grip

The grip reaches its fulfillment when it breathes a decisive exhalation full of interior hollowness; a space that was once occupied deep inside.  That space seeks an oblivion.. another area of belonging.

Let's practice... Inhale (think of the shit) and Exhale (Get rid of it).

You hear the song and you think, "Ohhhh... I've got this.  This is what needs to be said and I'm ok with saying it."  So you send The Letter; The Letter of Closure and before you can fully understand your words, you have typed your Truth, and what's more?  You've hit Send.

Embarrassment aside, you're right; it is Truth; and it needed to be said.



I thought about our massacre months ago and posted it.  Then I heard that song for the first time tonight since then.  How true... how true.  How needed.  Boom, letter sent.

I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw Brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To get too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon

Unicorns and cannonballs
Palaces and piers
Trumpets, towers, and tenements
Wide oceans full of tears
Flags, rags, ferry boats
Scimitars and scarves
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

Yes, you climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon

Swimming with Sharks

Someone asked me this week what it's like to live with your ex.  The only possible answer was to describe the following.  We row from one body of land towards another in a very small two person dingy. The seas aren't choppy and the boat sails cleanly through the water, though at times the progress is slow.  We remain still in order to keep the boat from rocking to and fro.  All the while we are aware of these gargantuan sharks swimming under the boat, their ghostly outlines ten times the size of our meager vessel.  Each one could snap the boat to smithereens but we know that if we move quietly, sluicing the waters as gently as possible, the Sharks of Emotion will keep to themselves.

17 days and counting until we reach landfall. 

Her response, "Wow..." and turned away.  So now you know, I speak the way I do here in this special space in real time and the Others out there think I'm weird.  But you know what?  I'm okay with that.



The Waterboys - The Whole Of The Moon