Time, The Elusive Substance Of All Things. . .

Diary - Entry 28 (I think. . .)

At this late hour, I find myself listening to Diana Krull, Etta James, Nina Simone and of all things Pink (I really have enjoyed this last cd, she has more depth, emotion. I think alot of that has to do with the break up of her marriage. . .) and sipping a glass of Chardonnay.

I seem to be somewhat mellow this evening, thinking over the last one hundred years or so. . .for that is how old I feel tonight.

When you think about all the people that have been in your life, out of your life and sometimes, have returned to it, do you ever wonder why that is?  How did you come to meet them in the first place?  Did the experience you had or have with them leave you in a better or worse place?  What would you change about the relationship you had or have with them and what could or would you leave alone about it?

I feel like "Dear Abby" sometimes. . .(perhaps I should right a column. . .I seem able to resolve everyone else's problems, except my own!)

Sometimes late at night, when everyone is asleep (and that includes the animal's!), I slip out the back door and sit in my gazebo, light candles and meditate on the past, the present and wonder what the future will bring to myself and my ever-extending familia.  Other times, at least the last few nights, as the heat has been so oppressive, I remove all my clothes and swim naked in the pool (yes, I have a fence. . .) and look at the stars in the night sky. . .wondering how many of them are loved ones that  no longer cling to their earthly shells, for that is what we are.  Shells that play host (or hostess) to one's heart, head and soul. 

Within my own shell, none of those three things ever seem to line up altogether at the same time. . .

Thanks to all of you that leave me messages, I truly appreciate that you take the time to really read my meanderings. . . T