It's All About the Moon

It’s all about the moon and the waves. It’s all about Johnny and Dave. It’s Mr. Mestopheles and Socrates pleading to the summer fleas to leave them alone. It’s the death of a horse. It’s the life of a life. It’s Mary and Joseph talking about the good old days. It’s Jesus and Buddha laughing their socks off. It’s Ra going Ra Ra Ra.

It’s all about convergence and ascendence. It’s all about learning how to fly.

I had a dream a week or two ago that I was spending a day at a university to decide if I wanted to go there. It was a school for psychic skills. Telepathy, telekinesis, channeling, that sort of thing. The first class I went to was taught by Uri Geller. He bent a spoon for us. On the way to my next class I walked through a series of indoor and outdoor environments. The outdoors were sunny and wonderful, with students relaxing and practicing their skills. The enclosures were adorned all over with pictures, mirrors, decorations. Everything was for sale. There would always be plenty more creations waiting to fill the space. They preferred to pass things along and get value for them, than cling to them and win the contest for most dust on their paintings. I distinctly remember noticing a trinket, sitting on a small pedestal only a few feet off the ground. There was something important about it. I felt a strong energetic connection to it. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up.

Take out the trash, and the ice skating is smooth. Drink enough water and you’ll never have to worry about ice.

Arthur was a disaffected Briton. Arthur was an elephant moseying for grass. Arthur was a tournament chess player and boy finance understander. I wonder where he is now.

It’s been a long and winding road. It’s been an arrow straight shot to where we’ve been headed all along. It’s Elves vs. Goblins. It’s the climbing of the rainbow. It’s the blast into the sky.

I had a dream last night that we were on the beach, and all of a sudden there were sharks. I got away, but one guy got a nasty bite from a big shark on his leg. I wasn’t sure if he survived, but I think he did.

Be a good neighbor and you'll be a good satellite. Be a good nay-boar and yulb eea good sat (urn) light. I'm too fast to explain it all, but it's all about the moon.

I'm quitting my job, and I'm thrilled about it. Wholefoods is a great company- far from perfect, but still great, and working there has been nice. Still, I never really knew why I was there. I've gotten really into eating super healthy, so I'm perfectly situated for that, and my coworkers are great. There are reasons to hang onto it, but not really good ones. The paycheck can come from elsewhere. The social environment is replaceable, at least in terms of the satisfaction it brings me. The discount is nice, but getting paid more than $10.50 an hour would be even better. A lot of the customers are awesome, and a lot of them make me question the idea of the service industry. I'll have more to say about life at the store at some point, but at the moment I just want to publicly exhale.

When I quit in a week, I'll have been there for almost two years. Whenever I think about it, I get a mental shiver (a good one). It's like I've been wearing the same t-shirt for the last 23 months, and I finally get to change.

I got a fellowship with the Obama campaign. I'm not sure how long my involvement will last- 6 weeks at a minimum, November 5th at a max. I don't know what I'll do when I'm done, but I think I'd like to do more for my world and my self than maintain piles of bananas, broccoli and the like.

Possums in the Wind

A flying squirrel cannot ascend in midair. It only descends very slowly, and with enough trees around, it can splay out and soar as a thin-skinned X. A possum is a groud dweller, and when it climbs a tree, it only worries about up, down and around, because across is out of reach. If a possum builds a rocket launcher, the story changes. At first they are only concerned with the thrill of fast up, but soon they take an interest in trajectory and how best to land. Ask a vole the right question, and she'll tell you of possums found crippled, confused and far from home. Ask a mole the right question and he'll say things you can scarcely believe, for in the tactile dark of the underground the truths are more about feelings, and the close is known with inherent intimacy.

A possum from the northwest arrived and said that to fly well, eat plenty of leaves. Ten for every nut and nine for every seed. A possum from the southwest appeared and told of how to dream like the birds and live like a dream- fly by belief, believe by flight. A possum fron the northeast came with a stack of books and directions to find more. Read these, he said, and the airy words will teach you all that is known about flight. A possum from the southeast had a jolly belly, and he said that to fly with elegance, and especially to land with grace, the best way is to be light and to be light you must laugh. Laugh when your possum muscles tense. Laugh when you don't know where to land. Laugh when things are funny, and laugh when they are not.

I chat with the little creatures. I hum with bears and talk with jackals. I do my best to hear their words. They speak of seasons, long rhythms and short ones. Beats, harmonies, convergences. Once in a while, when they trust the ears around them, I hear tell of a few possums who soar in all directions including up- possums who no longer have use for a rocket launcher.

Bring book. Charge ipod.

I'd like to go to Gloucester England. I'd read and listen to my ipod on the plane. I'd go to newly formed crop circles and maybe time it for the apparently famous music festival. I'd go to pubs if I'm still a beer drinker. Surely I'd go to other parts of Europe too. I'd go to Amsterdam and marvel at the bikes, flowers and windmills, and then I'd get high, and I'd marvel at the bikes, flowers and windmills. I'd go to Greece and feel big. Greece isn't a place of small things, but I imagine it's a place that makes you feel big. Who knows where else I'd go. Perhaps you have suggestions. Perhaps you'd like to come along. If you came along, we can talk about this and that on the flight, and you can borrow my book and ipod. We can feel circular and high and big together.