Some Intangible Thing

2024.10.20

Good morning that wonderful way.

Dreams and doing dreams.

How is it with you this morning?

How was your night?

Go all right?

The usual.

Good.

Interesting morning so far. Something new. Some intangible thing.

The one reliable thing my whole life, words.

The most powerful thing we've got and my greatest friend.

One of those Transition Days.

Something in the air.

Been waiting for this one. For a long, so very long, so very, very long time.

It's like knowing your good friend has good news or bad before they mention it.

Not a smile or a frown, something is different in the air between you.

That's the morning you meet on a Transition Day.

This morning started in a minor key, the harmonies turned major, the bridge came along and switched to a major key until the final chord. No coda; only resolution.

So many things are right you don't know about, you can't see.

That's a message for you and for me today.

I keep my circumstances dull and predictable so when the air changes I know it.

Like a lion hunched in the brush waiting for the moment the movement enters to announce the hunt.

A quiet life, a saint-like predictable one, let's you hear those moments when the time is right to act.

Every ill has its weakness and each weakness is best exposed in a certain way.

When the exhibition is clear enough, and the remedy is in hand, that's the right time to strike, flush it out with the cure.

Strange day?

No. Unsettled start with a quick settled. A good day, the right day, to heal a very old wound.

Take care, be at peace, get some clarity, and have a better day.