Spot-on

It’s been a while, me hearties!

Inspiration out of 'happiness' or 'contentment' in the status quo has never been my cup of tea. Words that come coated with a tint of laughter is best experienced and verbalized, not sprawled across a white screen through the pitter tapping of black keys.

‘Tis Gas-Lights on misty foggy nights that make for a good writer.

Contended writers are so boring, even to themselves.

I am here.

Poised in front of this contraption while rain sputters against the window of my Writing Room, and the Garden Mistress soaks it all in.

My absence was well spent finishing-off the Mexican flavors of an otherwise boring Salon, and tending to the rooms in my garden.

Soaking in life with a box of chocolates in one hand and a vodka martini in the other. I’ve been skidding sideways ever since moving to this wonderland of fairies and elves, and moss covered trails and pine trees that lean over the ocean. Walking under canopies of tree filtered light while a cacophony of bird songs overwhelms the rush of clear, clean water skipping over rocks and splashing under bridges.

I’ve found solace in knowing that the Snowy Plovers can nest, unharmed, along the ocean’s shore within the graphite of rambling wild grass that grows in the sand; I’ve found a kinship with the black crows that light upon my back fence; I awake in wee hours to hear the caws of seagulls circling, patiently waiting for the fishermen of Salmon Harbor to pull up their catch of the day; I love the smell of dead fish and salt air; and the sight of  rubber knee-high boots over suspendered pants, and the men who shuck the oysters, and dig up the clams.

I’ve been dancing and singing.

Smiling at those who stare and, I’m certain, just don’t get it……. yet.

So you see my pretties, with all this life, how could I have just closed the door to the screaming, simply to dull it away on these keys?

"Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body,

but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out and screaming “Woo hoo, what a ride!”"

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