"The 411"

My photo
A small, luminous portal, somewhere on the western edge of the Atlantic, northern hemisphere, 3rd rock from the Sun
When I was about 7 years of age, I stood in the middle of Robin's Field Primary School's playground on a glorious, cloudless, autumn day in London. Gazing up, a burst of ceruleun sky seared through me. I had been awakened from a deep, protective state of numb. Future decades jerked me back & forth on the teeter- totter of life. Great ups, miserable downs, nanoseconds of breathtaking joys, infinite hours deep inside pain. A couple of years ago, I began to hit the mercurial Wall o' Menopause. True to self, I went at it, head first, in a pool of icy hot sweat, the proverbial sledge hammer. Spiritually & emotionally, I was drained. Empty. As in "this well was D-R-Y." Of everything. Time passed & I began waking up again - just like on the playground. In reality, I must say, I really like this side of 50. "The best is yet to come ... "

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Enter my dreams ...

'The time has come,'

the Walrus said,

'To talk of many things:

Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --

Of cabbages -- and kings --

And why the sea is boiling hot --

And whether pigs have wings.'




Welcome. You have just taken a tiny peek into my tiny little url on the ethernet.


A mere splat on the blogosphere.


Like the Walrus, I have decided that the time has indeed come to speak of other things. Join me as I commence on an off-road journey, seeking to circumnavigate & articulate via words some of kaleidescopic phantasmagoria that makes up the labyrinth to which I occasionally refer as my "mind".




Sometimes, I might put up a "Dramamine alert". Other times, "Oxygen Zone." The trips through my head can be very fast, unpredictable, not for the faint of heart, narrow of mind or those with vertigo!




Who knows, after a spin inside my world, an isolation tank might be the only cure ...


Now that you have taken a teeny, weeny peek In-A-Gadda-Da-Vero, you are invited to return often, bringing your own unique perspectives well.




Together, let's nudge the world a little more out of its comfort zone, proudly splatter vibrant hues as we joyfully color outside the lines, sing out loud, garden in the rain - naked!


Some say a prayer at the beginning of a new journey, asking for guidance & protection. Even as I write this, all I can stammer is "Higher Power. Protect me from committing, atrocities against the English language, misquoting sources, Miss Shadlock's hateful red-lining, taking self or life too seriously. Oh, one more thing, am I NUTS?"


A predictably ominous, theatrical voice responds, "Was that ever in question?


Enough!
Time to "drink me" & tear off down the rabbit hole!!!











4 comments:

Linda at Lime in the Coconut! said...

All I can say is...put on your seatbelts, folks!
Ahhh, to have a glimpse into that brain...need to go find the other blog with the aliens on it...

Sassafras said...

You have a way with words. This sounds like a wonderful journey and I'd like to hitch a ride. Take me away, Calgon!

Sassafras said...

You have a way with words. This sounds like a wonderful journey and I'm going to hitch a ride. Take me away, Calgon!

Sassafras said...

Love the picture! Where did you get that awesome Buddha?! :-)