On the thin ice

Damn, I love when the karmic world throws you a softball toss that you can smash over the fence for a home run.  Today, was one of those karmic home run days.  It was a day I met a new friend, his name is Chris.

I am a big believer that things happen for reasons.  Today was a good lesson.

Chris….can be found at www.kidswhoroam.com  .   The fact our paths crossed was karma working at its best.

Chris is on a journey of discovery.  A journey that I am not sure will ever end.  The discovery is the journey, that’s how it always works, that’s how it’s suppose to work.  It’s never about the destination it’s about the journey.  What’s the German word….wanderlust.

Chris and I talked for a while, I have to admit I was jealous.  Jealous of his freedom to wander and his ability to wander.  Still dealing with my leg issue the ability to wander is something that still challenges me physically.

When I really think about it, as much as I would love to wander, I am not sure I’d ever have the security of person to wander.  Most of my wandering is spent between my ears and trust me, there’s a lot of room to wander in there.

So I say to all of you pozitoodinally righteous fools – when you see that person wandering up the road with a heavy backpack on, stop, open your door and give them a lift.  Who knows what journey they are on and what journey they’ll engage you in. 

Chris, enjoy your journey, I can’t wait till our paths cross again.

And now a little ditty from Jethro Tull…damn I love these lyrics:

Meanwhile back in the year One — when you belonged to no-one —
you didn’t stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society —
one day you’ll wake up in the Present Day —
a million generations removed from expectations
of being who you really want to be.

Skating away —
skating away —
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

So as you push off from the shore,
won’t you turn your head once more — and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day —
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign
that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.

And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind —
you’re a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye —
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story’s
too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody’s on the stage, and it seems like
you’re the only person sitting in the audience?

Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.


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  1. I like the way you put things. Thanks a bunch for the chat and the ride again that day. I hope your leg heals up real soon, we need more of your spirit walking around as often as possible as well. I’m quite sure our paths will cross again and I look forward to it.

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