Thursday, April 9, 2009

Happy Holy Days

Last night, my wife an I actually removed ourselves from the house, drove to the local recreation center and walked the outdoor path for about an hour - not for the exercise, but to clear our minds from all the noise.

The TV, the radio, the internet, the iPod, the cell phone, the house phone, the office phone, the instant messages, the text messages, the emails, the elevator discussions, the street corner protests, the grocery story PS system. As they say in Italy, Basta.

Slow down, you move too fast.

You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

Along the way we met a woman who had a great big silver dog whose breed was undiscernable to us. So we asked, "What kind of dog is that?" "A goldendoodle!" she replied. Kathy looked at me and I at her. "Goldendoodle?" we whispered. "It's not gold and what is a doodle?" Then we laughed and kept walking.

Hello lamp-post,
What cha knowin'?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.

Anyway, after a bit more than an hour of walking we worked our way back to the car, drove to the local store and eventually headed home. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Enough to quiet all the voices and rest the mind and get back in touch with ourselves. With our souls.

I've got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.

I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.

Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.

To everyone of every persuasion, have a blessed, holy and sacred celebration this week.

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