Ah. So I guess I retreated once again into a fog, a cave, a secret but not entirely safe place. Now, today pull myself back to the light. I loose days with my (slow) pace while the world spins over a thousand miles per hour, seventeen miles a minute. It circles the sun at 67,000 mph (17 miles per second). The sun circles the galaxy at 450,000 mph which is 125 miles per second. How can I keep up?
At that pace, how can I find you? The days offer no revelations. And nights hide all but the road, the lighted path. I let gravity coax me along a spiral trajectory to ride a corkscrew’s cutting edge. I seek comfort in dark canopies and closed eyes. And surrender to quiet spaces, dark retreats.
I started a message but it turned into something else. I thought it might expand like the universe as a poem through time. It might find a way to you. A comet tumbles from beyond Kuiper to careen close enough to ignite a long luminous banner to unfurl in the solar wind as it slingshots around the 450,000 miles per hour sun. Near death, a brush with annihilation. Along a dark path. I (did get kind of lost those last days and) struggled through them. Nothing though like a near-fatal crash. A bit melodramatic in comparison.
This writing emerged during a remission from depression, which usually flares for me in autumn. Here is recognition and acknowledgement of my condition, one that afflicts far too many of us, while living in the moment.
This is the last post of the dog series to be shared for awhile. The image is somewhat incongruent. It is meant to show what a formidable beast the Dog is. Thank you. My next post will take a definite change of tone.