Two weeks into the new year

Little changes, little remains the same. Led my cricket team to one narrow loss and one thumping win. Still recovering from the pain of two extracted teeth and ice cream does not make me feel better ... is that me, or the teeth or the ice cream, I wonder :)

Every new year brings with it the promise of change, and I do feel the wheels turning. How far, fast and how quickly, only time will tell.

I have become work-busy in a desolate sort of way. I always seem to have some document to read, some meeting to attend and some intelligent noises that I feel obliged to make regardless of the day or time of day :) . The fact that I try and do this over the din of two healing extraction sites quite close to my brain don't make life any easier. And there's the smaller stuff ....the wheels of my car need balancing, but I really dont mind the steering vibrating while I drive back home. It breaks the monotony and distracts my mind from its regular patterns, at least for a bit. My car is embarassingly dirty, but I can convince myself to put off the washing. I need to scream at my contractor, but I've resigned myself to anticipating his excuses. I sometimes wonder why he doesn't do better .... with both his execution and his excuses. As I say in my literary pursuits .... "I nodded gravely" ... and so I shall, until the season changes.

And then there are unmistakable moments of clarity which always follow an evening run. When the blood has gushed into the brain and calmed the mind, sharpening its focus with the help of adrenalin and a few other chemicals.

Like this evening, when my mp3 player played 'Wonderwall' just as I stepped off the ground onto the road that led me back home.

The song seemed to anticipate my mind and its noises ...
"By now you should've somehow realised what you've got to do".
... how true

and then ....
"I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now"
.... how very true ...

and as I begin to walk on a bolt straight road homewards, in the light of a setting sun,
"And all the roads we have to walk are winding ... and all the lights that lead us there are blinding"


I smile at the irony

then finally...

"There are many things that I, would like to say to you, but I don't know how" ...

I nod gravely :)

And then I think ..... maybe the unsaid has a life of its own. If the mass-energy equivalence may be believed, the unsaid should, in theory propel and direct life in so many ways ... In terms of Physics, this must create waves, vibrations, if you will, of energy and potential that must influence things at some level.


But enough of all of that. Do drop me a comment for a change and let me know how your year has unfolded so far. You can be anonymous :), I don't care. Let the unsaid change into mass, for now :)