Between it all

There's a whole lot of country out there.

The space in my mind stretches out like the endless desert. For about a second. Then I get all crazied up on plans, ideas, wishes and more plans in the space of one inhale.

Then quotes I've read and re-read hundreds of times flutter through my mind like, "There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." And back again to a flash of desert and darkness, a letting go.

Homo sapien, homo faber, homo luminous... maybe we're everything we've named and much much more. The waltz beat of the heart dancing us around everywhichway. The dream life as real as the blinding sun and the soup on the stove.

I've tried to keep my legs regularly shaven this fall and winter--avoiding the bear rug effect (and the consequent two-hour long shaving event that clogs the drain). But when it's this cold out, I want to become a bear and hibernate like bears do, all wrapped in fur. Sink into slow time - real time. Strange that a hibernating bear is just as alive as one shaking berries from a tree.

Oh web of dreams. Oh life with head above the water. Doggy paddling, splashing around for a moment. Then dunk... swim. Up for breath, down again, the sun from the other world lighting up the transitional space, the glimmering surface.

We're always between... between the fill 'er up inhale and the emptying out exhale; between the clench of trying so damn hard and the sweet release of finally letting go; between stark naked winter and luscious ripened summer; between damp earth and brightening sky; between the fire of love and the water of loss; always always between crazy birth and wild death. Between nothing mattering and everything - every little thing - mattering.

So really, there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. Thank you, sweet Señor Shakespeare!