Boogie Street

June 6, 2021

      I’m becoming happy lately.  Spirit has brought about this state of affairs. I certainly had nothing to do with it.  I like to think that it’s a reward for my contributions to the path of heart, but the truth is we humans don’t like to admit that you cannot make yourself happy, or unhappy.  The cards have been shuffled, and sorry to say, you’ve got brain cancer that will eventually turn you into a vegetable, or the marriage had an expiration date, which was not what you committed yourself to.  Then again, on a Sunday morning, you lie in bed watching the sun flitting on and off your bed sheet.  From the open window, the smell of grass clippings wafts past you.  You want this warm and peaceful moment to last forever. 

      But it won’t, life is calling you forward with its demands.  Never a good idea to turn those down.  Wake up, wake up, it calls out.  Leonard Cohen has the perfect song to describe it, I’ve tidied up the kitchenette and tuned the old banjo and I’m back on boogie Street.  I’m wanted at the traffic jam, they’re saving me a seat on “Boogie Street.”   You can see that this will not end well, but you jump in nevertheless because this is what it’s all about.  You’re booked for the ride.

      It feels like you’ve been working underground with the crew of miners for years, dirty, sweaty, all the time checking the canary to make sure it’s still alive.  Yes, yes, I’ve done my bit, mined the strong and precious metals and now I’m ready for the conversation one more time.

The favorite posting last month was My Kid Sister