Talk Without Speaking

Two phone calls define my weekend - both of them from friends thousands and thousands of kilometres away. In one I cry my heart out and in the other I am cried to. We are all in varying degrees of pain but it is some comfort that we are there for one another. Life sure doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense sometimes and we are left adrift, scratching our heads and wondering what the hell is coming next.

This evening I am feeling energetic and so I go, out into the Scottish mist and I wander the streets of Vancouver just feeling how wonderful refreshing this finest of rain is; truly you will come no closer to breathing water. For a little while (and just a little while) I actually transition into feeling *great*; in my heart I am not here but rather in my memory of walking with my family on Rothesay on the west coast of Scotland where I first found rain like this and it combined with the spray of the ocean to thoroughly drench me.

I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
-Hammer and a Nail, Indigo Girls