It is quiet today. Peaceful really. There is cool air and warm sun. The doors are open at the barbershop and I am listening to Jimi Hendrix, Television, King Crimson. . .you get the idea. I'm thinking about my current flight pattern.
I am learning how to control the ups and downs. Landings are becoming smoother, take off requires less effort and the curves are wonderful. I finally stopped having the same dream because I understand it now.
When my love cries and screams and kicks. . .
"and there's still a hole where the phone was thrown. It's growing as we speak, a vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day"
I don't have to screech and cry and struggle to keep up with the wind. I've learned to relax. I can watch the storm and be in the storm without injury. And I still don't think my house is home without hearing the comforting sound of glass shattering, and my feet are not calloused but it doesn't hurt to walk right through the piles of these shimmering jewels into my front door into the arms of my dearest love. I sincerely believe that something amazing is going on and I am happy to be right in the eye of the hurricane.
There is peace within me.
