My world survives into another day.
My world's a little cooler than I prefer at the moment though I'm wearing the black running shorts and am bare foot.
Goddess keeps my feet warm as I sit on the Beloved Back Deck writing so I stick my toes under her golden fur while she snores under the table.
The sun blazes through the hair of the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt.
A brisk breeze blows off the ocean so I wear a long sleeve tee with a UGA logo.
Bruce Cockburn and I are wondering where the Lions are?
I've been on the phone all morning taking about possibilities and plans.
I've got my sunglasses on.
Bob Dylan bumps Bruce to ask ... How does it feel to be on your own? ... with no direction home ... a complete unknown ... like a Rolling Stone?
"Well," I say out loud ... "I'm not on my own because I live with my wife who doubles as my best friend ... her 3 little girls who love me a lot ... my kids who're scattered to and fro on the face of the earth ... a Carnival of friends ... and a Church in a Bar."
Goddess turns over as I say this so I adjust my toes to stay warm under her fur.
"Home is a relative concept," I continue telling our dog. "It's where you want and where you're wanted ... more or less."
Goddess sighs heavily.
"It's true," I say directly to her, "that a lot of people have forgotten me ... BUT ... I am not completely unknown."
Our lovely Golden Retriever with a bit of Boarder Collie in her lineage can't stand my interruptions to her nap stands ... shakes her head ... and meanders out into the back yard ... and pees.
"THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING!" I yell.
"Ah well," I say to myself because there's no one else to say it to, "I've survived into another day."
Goddess meanders back upstairs and resumes covering my toes under the table where I'm writing on the Beloved Back Deck.
"One of these days," I tell her rubbing her head, "we're gonna sail away ... sail into eternity ... some kind of ecstasy's got a hold on me."
YUP.
It's my and Sarah's code word that we understand each other.
Most people don't have that ... either a code word or an understanding.
The sun burst out from the hair of the Palm Tree with the oyster face, coconut bra and grass skirt.
Goddess barks.
Some kind of ecstasy's got a hold of me.
