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The Way I See It #76

The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Monday, Monday

It was a grand weekend and my thoughts flit like a dragonfly ~ dreamy. I took a life-changing step in the right direction this weekend. I started to solve a problem rather than run from it. I am tired of running. Worn out. And taking the first step rendered everything else across the weekend very sweet. I will surely blog about the new direction, but right now it is tender and new and not ready for the light of day. Two special people know about it and each said he was proud of me. I alluded to it to the home dudes this morning, because I need to have it travel out in waves to those I see on a daily basis. "Good shiott, Limes." "Right on, Limes." "Limes, you rock!"

I was very surprised and pleased to see another passenger board my magic bus Sunday. Welcome, CramCake! It is really lovely to have you among us. Hope you're here for a long ride.

To my delight, the Badger brought my new Ferrari computer and by last night, I was zooming again. Thank you, jesus. Thank you, lawrd. Thank you, Badger. I'm back in business at the speed I prefer!

For Tree: I read your beautiful words this morning and an image immediately popped into my head. This is a place we visit every time we can. I will blog about it soon. It has several different kinds of environments within close proximity so it is a good place to camp for several days. One can have many different experiences while only driving to one spot. When I read "vertebra dunes whisper, rivers of golden curves", this is what I saw in my mind.

Photo credit: J. D. Morehouse

Lastly, for this loose ramble, we went to see Public Enemies yesterday. We both liked it. I am not big on violence and I have a great deal of trouble watching a woman get beaten up by a huge man, but I still liked it. Johnny Depp is outstanding. The movie features a lot of people who look simply like people, not movie stars. There are some incredibly coarse, homely, interesting faces. The Badger said the film was beautifully filmed. Both of us reacted quite strongly to something quirky - the eyeglasses. The Badger and I each love vintage eyeglasses. Occasionally one of us will get a new pair and the other will say, "I'm jealous!" So this movie had specs to thrill. I think it deserves the Academy Award in the Peepers category.

In my ears right now: Beatles. On Sunday, from pure joy, I played Revolver all the way through. Twice. Then Rubber Soul. Twice. I danced! Despite being the John Lennon fan I am, I've always thought, "I'd rather see you dead little girl than see you with another man . . . " is a bit extreme.

Something that charmed me: An e-mail that said, among other things: "It was a good day. I enjoyed it."


  1. Lime, once again I am flattered. I like your image. This is the great thing about poetry--it belongs to the reader, not the writer.

  2. I've never framed it that way, but you're right. Thanks to you and other poets who give us such gifts!