Sunny skies

"Do you mind holding my calls," says the Nun holding the cigarette in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, "during my slow descent into hell?" Her face is beatific, dressed in a white robe for a High Holy Day but she obviously has other things on her mind. Everybody has days like these. Bad Karma erupts. Nasty thoughts occupy the brain. Dark clouds roll. Every bad thing that ever happened suddenly resumes center stage. "I think I'll just enjoy my depression," is what she's saying, "so leave me alone ... and by the way it's all your fault too." Of course this makes me think of James Taylor singing "Sunny Skies" on Sesame Street. Surrounded by a bunch of kids who are belting it out while JT does his thing. He knows how to ease down slowly Everything is fine in the end I've had my fair share of descents into hell. I can't say they're all that great. In complete honesty I can tell you that I never want to go there again. So I don't. I focus on Sunny Skies, good Karma, the belief that everything gets better, God is good, love is all around, music is happy ... "I got a brand new pair of roller skates, you got a brand new key" ... Sunny Skies is my friend, even on the darkest of days. When the bad Karma comes and the dark clouds roll, I have a tendency to try and sit still and let it happen. There's not much for me say so I try to be quiet, though God knows that's tough because I can be hot tempered with a mouth! So I try and just Let it be. Eventually it'll pass ... All Things Must ... Perhaps its because I'm older yet somehow retain a School Boy's Heart. Maybe its because I really do believe that "God is good" in a world that often seems to be going to hell. It could be because I've already survived so many of the worse things that could ever happen to you. I've been betrayed, abandoned, lied to, scored and thrown away. At the same time, I've was supported, found, landed in truth and found acceptance. Sure ... I still have scars and some of them run deep. But I believe they fade in the sunshine. I think the past is best left there. Bad Karma begets bad Karma and good things come from Good Karma. My friend Sunny Skies is dancing in the hair of the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt. Fran's thousand shades of green delightfully dance with it. Choirs of cicada sing hymns of thanksgiving. There are no clouds in the sky. There are none in my heart either. Sunny Skies has chased them all away.