Time To Give ‘Em What They’re Waitin’ For

I can’t remember the last time I wanted to be exactly where I was, or where I am, for that matter. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a bit of wanderlust, a bit of wonder, some restlessness and dreams… There’s nothing wrong with me being me, for wanting to be different.

Today, I’ve been struggling with thoughts of being stupid, lazy, and useless. How could I help it? I’m clearly misplaced in life. I feel like a toy that made it on a bookshelf, or a book in the toy chest. I’m doing fine just where I am, but I’m playing 6/8 time on a 3/4 track.

The funny thing is that nobody wants exactly what they ask for. They want a bit o’ pizzazz. They want what they asked for, plus. I’m just one of the little “plusses” floating around in the world, looking for what I’m going to add to. I’m hoping this blog is one place where I can be a plus for someone, because this is one place that I want to be. (And for those of you asking, I am a bit of plus for myself, but I’d rather be a plus for someone else.)

The Seaside

Few things enamor the heart of man quite like the seaside. Few people capture it as romantically as Ewan has in the post following that link, and some fail to see the romanticism in it all. I recommend simultaneously reading his post (and I understand it’s not all about the sea, but those are some of the most enchanting pictures I’ve ever seen of the sea) and listening to the song titled “The Seaside” by The Honey Trees (link below).

Thank you, Ewan. You brought a tear to my eye just by offering your perspective of that gorgeous scape. I have nothing more to say, the pictures are more than enough. The description of the trek across the sandstone crags helps me appreciate what it takes to see the greatest Beauties in the world.

To hear more of my fervor for the sea, here’s a short poem, which also happens to be my 100th post on WordPress: Heaven Must Have a Sea

There, I Will Find Love

If I were to walk the world, I’m not even certain I’d want walk it with my legs. I want to breathe it in with my lungs, peruse it with my eyes, feel it with my fingers… Because all of those are patient within me. But not my legs, and not my heart. Certainly not my mind. But my mind can move as fast as it likes to as it analyzes and explores every dimension of the taste, sight, and feel of it. The problem is it frequently explores one aspect, and is oblivious to another. It overlooks some of the beauty of the world.

So, as I amble through life, I hope to come alive in patient spring, and walk slowly through the Garden. I wish to wake the earth as it awakens me.

There, I will find Love.

Amble