Fellow Peeps! As usual I am one of the last to spot a diamond or that ounce of gold...or a super, SUPER blogger-poet-acute observer of things eternal. Certainly his blog posts have received acclaim elsewhere, but I have just obliviously, somehow missed the whole show.
His name is Brian Miller. And the poem "Finding Serenity" posted Tuesday, is one I have even read aloud to selected sponsees--and no, it was not I who selected them.
A simple description of a time and a place and BEING there--yet so profound thought, artistically woven words, and a message for many, many Peeps. As of now, yesterday's post has comments numbering in the eighties.
Whether you trust me or not...trust your keyboard to take you HERE and you will find something which will carry you through the hopefully infrequent muck-and-mire of daily living.
(sigh!) It is probable that everyone who reads this is a follower of Brian. No matter. When he let his feet dangle off the rock "here on the edge of creation", my spirit was there with him.
I could see once again those kites flying off the mountain south of Denver (even though Brian's piece was not set in Colorado). And when I realized those "kites" had PEEPS in them, guiding them, gliding them, with the air currents--well, ever since that moment I have from time to time dreamt I was one of those fliers, a hang-glider-guy. What a thrill. Occasionally I awaken frightened because my glider "is malfunctioning". But by morning I have always landed somehow...somewhere.
Such is life!
Do not attempt this while drinking alcohol
Although maybe it would help?
No, the guy on the right is not me.
You think I'm CRAZY?--grin!
Have not had a drink today...