By my friend Big John
'we need a chat'
so I turned off the sounds, and lay down in the dark, and said, "hey, we need to chat"."ok" was the reply
I thought about what i wanted to say, and began, as I often do (but not nearly enough), by giving thanks for all things.
for family and children
for relatively good health
for opportunity
for talents gifted...
"so", I said "the rest is pretty much up to me then?'
"pretty much" was the reply from a place so close I spend most of the day and night overlooking.
right from the head-centre. or was it the heart? from soul-beyond - yet soul-within.
"ah" i said. "thanks. which way do I throw this heart then?"
"throw it right over here, and start running, lad." comes the reply.
arm engaged, ready to hurl.
"throw your heart out in front of you and run ahead to catch it"
(Arab proverb heard in the movie Cemetery Junction)
