"Summeries #5"

“All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.”

Oscar Wilde

As I hack my way through the briers and brambles of my exotic and unknown self, what makes an observation worth recording? As I ford the diverging streams of consciousness that may hinder my anticipated rate of progress without actually stopping my progress, then what thought is worth scribbling into an open notebook? What outcropping of insight appropriate to sketch? The mapping of a life is full of such questions. Significance in choices may not be understood until the sites once visited are then again accessed by a new pilgrimage. No point in sending ahead a scout, either. The Canaan that is my promised future is waiting on me to get there. Patiently. Fully aware of the requirements of my journey. And it is waiting for you as well. Friend. Companion. Pilgrim.

“Actualized Dreams” #10.

Encouragement is the work of the human gardener. Such is nourishment to the unfolding sprout - of comfort in awareness. The last time you appeared before me in your nearly exhausted format, we held hands and whispered words that lapped hypnotically upon the shore. You may as well have handed me a paint brush and told me to get busy. I caught your drift…….good times.

“Actualized Dreams” #11.

Yeah, so I latched on to the First Law of Thermodynamics to prove the existence of the soul. Made sense - energy can neither be created or destroyed, and I applied that to life energy. Then I found myself at this bar and some dude was getting pimped to the bartender by his co-worker and it put me in mind of when you created the First Law of Egodynamics, cause dude was getting destroyed…….good times.

“Actualized Dreams” #12.

Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure I was the one that said that anything that dangerous and with that many unaccountable variables was bound to bite us in the ass. And then you had to point out that our collective insistence in continuing to live out of Newtonian Physics was the real issue at hand.…….good times.

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Tim E. Turtle (for Willoree)

Here is a good, good story.

Today, as I worked, the noise like a roar - 

there were forklifts and hammer drills, deliveries and more:

plasterers, plumbers, and masons by scores!

Above the din, I heard a small voice,

"I'm so very hungry and that cracker looks choice!"

I shared cause my Momma just raised me that way,

and thought, "I shall make a great friend here, to-day."

We finished our repast, and both wiped our faces,

and shared our penchants for finding new places.

We exchanged our names, both him and me:

I was Tom Tom, and he was Tim E.

He scaled the escarpment I'd known as my truck,

and merrily shouted out, "Hey, we're in luck!

I carry my home on my back, don'tcha see, 

and your camper top seems to re-semble me!"

I asked him along, though a loner - a rebel.

His response shrilled high in reptilian treble,

"Come out of your shell, there's much fun in store!"

So I stuck out my neck and opened the door.

Assertive, young Tim headed straight for the wheel;

"You work the gas and let's make this rig squeal!"

"Slow down", I implored, which I meant as a joke,

and he cut me a look and I thought I would choke.

I said, "Here's a chill-pill and please, listen to this".

So he took my ipod and looked through the list.

"This hip-hop is cool", (down shifting the cogs).

"Way cool", he replied, "and its not just for frogs!"

We cruised the two lane, and I made conversation - "What's

the E. for?", I asked, and with no hesitation,

he cleared his scaled throat and got down to brass tacks:

"E.'s none of your business. E.'s not your beeswax."

That Tim is sure funny, so you  wait and see. Soon you'll be Tim's friend,

just like me!

With love from Tom Tom and Tim E.

From the "Little Empathinc. Reader" Collection ©