I don’t tweet, I don’t do facebook, I don’t chat online… according to certain standards I live, pretty much, an isolated life; and if I add to that my lack of social interaction on the ground (just another way for physical, tangible world) then in many aspects I don’t exist. If it wasn’t for my husband and his global image I could pretty much hide without having to work too hard at it.
Lately, I have been wondering how life is going to be in a year from now after everyone is gone from the house (because everyone will!)… I will miss them dearly and I won’t have to go out anymore… no contrived errands to run or trips to the grocery store; no visits to the dentist or band concerts to attend; no TV sound in the background… I can’t stand television. There is one in each room in the house and they all play the same nonsense, only once in a while something worth taking a peek at comes up, and usually lulls me to sleep so I end up not watching anything and thinking I could’ve done something better with my time, like cleaning some forgotten corner in the house or just looking for something to change, or writing my babbles and imagining I am a writer and dreaming of with being one.
It feels good inside my world! music doesn’t need to fall into any specific genre to be part of my collection of countless shelves, boxes and hard drive space, it just has to make sense to me… and so many things make sense that it’s becoming so big that soon I will need to find more space. Right now I have very soothing music playing in the background, music for meditation, it goes so well with the rain outside my window… it’s calming and cleansing, just like the rain… I need to say it one more time… I love rain… oh yes I do love rain!
Inside my world, everyone is good, just about everyone, and there’s no money because everything belongs to everyone and to no one in particular. Eggs are fresh and with very very golden yolks and fruit is very juicy, so juicy that with each bite it runs down through the lower lip to the lower part of the throat, slowly, leaving nectar traces along its way down to the chest… the juicier the fruit the more it pours down… down to the belly button… and down… 🙂 yes… everything can be enjoyed in my world, everything is permitted as long as it feels like that “mmmmmmm” noise that comes inadvertently as the eyes close and become little with pleasure… and it gives goosebumps and it makes the body quiver… hmmmmm it’s very nice eating fruit in good company in my world of pleasures.
There are no sins in my world because evil is not present, and god is god and he is not hidden behind clouds, he lives at the top of a high, very high mountain covered by wildflowers… I mean the mountain, not god… and he smiles, he always smiles and loves the creek that runs under his feet because his toes get sticky when he puts them in… it’s a honey creek, honey made by very busy bees that like to make god smile. And everything smells like vanilla and rosemary and lavender and lemon.
People can go up the mountain at any time they want to talk to god but most of the time no one goes up there and he’s alone, because when people go to talk to him they see him smiling with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of honey on his toes, and his smile is so bright and peaceful that people forget what they came to talk about and go down to my world with a smile… the same smile of god. And the lonely god of the wildflowers’ mountain and honey creek is a happy god, because in my world loneliness is good, is comforting and is calming… it’s the bed of the spirit. And everyone is happy even when there’s something to be sad about… because sadness always goes away… especially when all around smells like vanilla and rosemary and lavender and lemon, and up there, sitting on the mountain, there’s a god that smiles at the absence of evil in my world and the feeling of honey on his toes.
In my world, we are all innocent children… and love lullabies and fairytales.