Wednesday, September 14, 2011



“Good. Is that what the sign says? Come now, young man be a love and tell me.”

“Ma’am, that’s exactly what it says. Good. Well what do you think about that?”

“Good is what I tell George when he says that he understands. He’ll be sitting there on the porch swing listening to me talk about nothing. Sure enough whenever I finish a bit of gossip that man, bless his heart, he tells me I see. Most of the time my yarn is a matter of complete nonsense that he simply does not want to hear, but he’ll listen and nod my way. So clearly I can see the tilt of his head and a smirk upon his mouth in my mind right now. And funny but that’s the first thing I think of. And you, what do you find yourself thinking?”

“Something about the sign reminds me of when I was a small boy. My mother used to have me wash the laundry and hang it on the line. Whenever I was standing up on the patio chair, she would say “good” while I hung. For some reason that’s what my mind conjures from memory. And it wasn’t always good. In fact those days weren’t perfect when I remember them. Often my tiny hands would fumble. Fingers would find themselves dropping the close pins over and over. Sometimes I would even drop a sheet or two into the mud. Soiled and my mother continued to smile and nod. No matter if I soiled the sheets, she would always tell me the same thing, 'Good.'”

“Well, you know what they say?
“No. What is that?”
“There’s nothing better than a good sign.”
“And that’s a good one?”
“You know what I can’t think of any sign better than that.”

Good. Great. Fabulous as always and more than a bit tired of being intentionally snarky. Sorry. People seeing things differently than each other is a fucking blessing in the world. I'm thankful everyday. Now a person is only tied up to a situation if they want to be. Especially when they've actually been free longer than they think. I learned from experience that I can stop working, apologize, insult, mock and find to no avail nothing works, some people do not understand. And finally all  it really needed was a metaphorical shove out the door to get someone to understand that what I'm doing has nothing to do with them. It really doesn't. However I know that there is no way to control people or what they want to do in this life.  Including what they want to believe. More people ought to let go once in a while and go with it. Everyone should see the world differently. Be free. Live, love and breathe. I am and it's amazing. Now if you want to go and piss off people too... I won't stop you there either. Just remember "karma" and one small thing affects the world significantly. kindness goes further. enjoy. kisses. m.

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