Nothing To Say

 

I can’t think of a thing.  What would happen if I just sat here and waited?  Guess I’ll find out.

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I’m just watching my thoughts … the words that bubble to the surface.  I’ll write them down.

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“Where in the world am I going?”  February 26-29 – Toronto.  April 1-15 – Cuba.  June 7-10 – Vancouver.  June 11-19 – Haida Gwaii.

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“Why am I going there?”  To meet people, maybe to meet that very special love.  To watch people, in their infinite variety.  To talk to people, to learn about their lives and what makes them “fly”.  To love people, and then let them go.

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“What kind of person am I?”  Curious, caring, open, determined, sad, happy.

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“What’s important?”  People, including me.

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“Will I live a long time?”  I don’t know.  I hope so.  So many moments to sit in.  But maybe I’ll die tomorrow.  It’s been a great life and I know I could happily let go of it (but even more happily enjoy the continuing ride).

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“Do I want to be with a woman … to give love and receive love?”  Yes.

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“Is that relationship near or far away?”  I don’t know, but it’s coming.  In its own sweet time.

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“How come I was never a sports hero?  Or a singing hero?  Or an acting hero?”  I don’t know.  Perhaps none of that is important.  I still want to act but celebrity is not the way I want to contribute.

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“Okay.  How exactly do I want to contribute?”  It doesn’t feel like a doing.  It feels like a momentary thing … over and over again.  Just show up in people’s lives and stand there … with love.

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“Do I want to keep talking?”  Actually no.  I can’t think of anything to say.

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