It Begins with a Whisper

        It begins with a whisper…..

isn’t that a cool introduction?  Not to be confused with Neon Trees current hit, Everybody talks lyrics, ie it started with a whisper

I wrote that comment about ten years ago, so I believe I’ve conclusive proof that poetic prose circles the universe then flitters to a receptive mind to be manifested into Art; in effect remains enchanting for its buried pearl of truth until liberated. 

  A suggestion, an action, or comment that ignites for us a way that draws toward a path otherwise unnoticed.

  I am reminded more these days of such occurrences in my own passage, and feel so less inclined to judge and admonish others for their choices.  I notice the seam that binds complain to complacency; where the ultimate gratitude to be on the journey is in fact the gift of the voyage.

  Ok, so it falls into the blah blah blad department of observation when we’re challenged to earn a living and fulfill our obligations…..right?

I am in the spirit of gratitude when I write in this way, for the relaxing and reassuring fashion of simplicity in just ‘being.’

  Years and years and YEARS ago, (when I was fresh out of high school) I distinctly remember having a conversation with a waitress friend of mine; that’s what we called them back in the 70’s, and she asked me out of the blue,

    “Well, what do you want Albert?” 

My knee jerk reaction, having adequate angst and discontent from all-my-many-years-of-depravation-and-neglect, (ha)

   “I just want to be Lori!...just be”

She had asked me to elaborate, in a teasing and poorly amused-arrested laughing fashion,

    “Well, you are, so that doesn’t seem to be a real problem”

Busted.

  We diverted to other grand schemes of hopes and dreams.  I remember that conversation to this very day; her voice still echoing in my ears, laughing at the self inflicted despair…these decades later, I join in at the absurdity of my complaint..  I didn’t know then, how long it would take to acknowledge the exit from eternal slacking was simply to put hands on the tiller and seek the never dimming horizon.