The sun tilts and gently leans into eternity, as i listen to the moment, like a starling, whizz by. A shovel is gold in this treacherous passageway, through mountains, valleys – the mind’s crystalized challenges. I am tarzan, I am simple priestess, wondrous form of the human whirlwind, conscious and crazy, caring and callous, quick and lazy in the grandest scheme of all schemes.
So here is this little stretch of time, the after dog walk or maybe i should say dog stand, then walk, then sniff, then walk etc.. slow and tedious – so slow that i have taken to reading while waiting for the next stretch forward of my k-9 companion’s paw into the future. I’m currently reading Jarod Diamond’s “Guns, Germs and Steel”