Digital Rain Drops

I just went for a run in the rain to put my laundry into a dryer.

I ran, did the laundry business, ran back.  

I've got no hat on, and open top shoes, and my forehead and socks are sopping it up.  And my glasses are all speckled with water which just make every light become a gigantic star in my face.   And it's kind of cold and that feels so good!  I've got this added bonus, a gifted pashmina scarf keeping my neck all soft and warm while the rest of me is tickled with big ol' sloppy April drops.  And theres totally an IPA in my belly and rain on my face and the speed of my jog reminds me that it's spring and that I can run and that I can move and life is so freaking good!

How glorious it is to run in the rain!

And then there's this thought that comes to my mind:

"'Running in the Rain, Running to Stand Still!' I should post that as my Facebook status when I get back."

At this point I can actually see my house.

What!?!?!   I'm running in the fucking rain, and it's AWESOME and I'm all chilled out on hops and spring and love of life, and i've got STARS like crazy in in front of my fucking EYES, and now I'm thinking about Facebook and status updates with U2 references!  "Oh, there's my house where I can (and have to) tell the world, on Facebook (because that's the world, right?), how I am So living up life.  

Living it up so much that though I resisted updating my status on Facebook, I did pause to write this blog.

Viva, friends, fucking viva. 

Impulsive Brain Consumption

I do hope that my friends here were all organ donors.

Just in case you needed a dose of Dianimal behavior.  Roar.

Loving Editor

Someone I trust says, "Don't touch it.  It'll hurt."  So I don't touch it (in this hypothetical scenario, at least).

That's because I've been hurt, and so I can recall the experience of being in pain.  I'm not looking for pain, so I'm not going to touch it.

If I had never ever been hurt, and therefor had no memory reference for the experience of pain, well, I'd probably touch it.  Why not?

Learning is non-linear.  I hope to remember that.  It allows so much grace.  

I haven't written in a while.  I've been seeking humility (and I do get so distracted!).  It's a non-linear lesson.  Is there any room for humility in the blog world?  

We shall see.

I went to Walden Pond Monday.  I was walking around the pond with a new friend, enjoying the peace.  Then just as I was about to open up my mouth, a gentle, silent, laugh stopped me.  "Not everything is to be shared."  I spend so much time trying to find peace from the words-words-words, and I was about to dump the chatter that I seek to free myself from into the ears of a man who seemed very peaceful.  Instead I found the gentle, silent laugh that devoured the need to speak, ate the words out of my throat.  The loving editor intervened.  Peace retained...silence...clear water...sparkling....now.

The funny thing about this blogging business is that since I've started writing and posting, I've become very conscious of how much bullshit comes out of my head and out of my mouth or onto the page.  So much chatter, and none of it real.  I've written about 50 unpublished blogs, and I've purposely shut myself up here and there for the first time in, oh, maybe, ever.  I am praying, walking, riding my bike past the buds turning to flowers right before my eyes, and asking the loving editor to remain, to help a sister out.  I may be her most difficult case, but i do believe she loves me and is going to stick around.

It's a silent, gentle laughter.  A jolly nature.  A soul's whisper.  A simple acknowledgement, "yes."