Ready, Aim... Rest...
Today (yesterday afternoon) was too gorgeous not to take the kids outside. We grabbed a football from the rec closet and hit the back field. As usual, they tried to bait me into playing the game with them. For the first time in months, I took the bait.It's so easy to get lost in memories of youth, when muscles seem to remember what they used to do... and those muscles try so hard. Okay, they were only kids, but I did toss a pair of touchdown passes and ran for another (long one!) on a QB keeper. Caught one pass and thought it would be a run to glory, as I zipped back crossfield on what felt like winged Reeboks...
Okay, so I was touched for a 2-yard loss behind the line of scrimmage by one of the fattest kids in the unit. I had a blast! But when Mr. Anderson from Horton showed up with his boys, I had to hotdog it a little. Young whippersnapper had the audacity to encourage (or at least tolerate) a rumor that I was his Daddy! I covered his ass like a diaper rash and he caught nary a pass - Hell yeah, I had a blast! More importantly, the kids had great fun and burned off tons of energy.
But I had barely made it up the stairs getting home when my knees reminded me that I haven't been working out worth a damn and I'm carrying 15 pounds more than I started the winter with. So I took an hour-long bath when I got in, with a pint of Epsom salt and lots of bubbles. Did some mid- to deep breathing and contemplated the SeptaVerse...
This first stage of my project is only one poem away, All Knowing Mind. (Never understood how some poets can have works "Untitled" - I have more than 3 dozen titles that are still awaiting words to animate them!) It's the third in a series discussing the 3 aspects of deity (Omnipotence, Omniscience and Omnipresence) and the other two are Indomitable Will and Ever Present Love, which are both completed; and with which I am enraptured.
Good buddy Chaka agreed to work my shift tomorrow, so the plan was to hit the blocks hard and churn like last night. Then THEOS would be finished (and the first seventh of the ultimately 49-book mega-project, as well) and I could rest my neurons for a minute before moving on to other things. But I think my activities have caught up to me... I'm only running on three hours sleep in the last two days and shit is about to grind to a ... HALT.
After that long bath and this long post, I think I'll do some more breathing (fully deep, this time) chant a mantra or two (Om mani padme hum) and let my subconscious work out whatever wrinkles might throw a hitch in my giddyup.
Pax. Shalom. Hotep. Salaam. Peace.
posted by JahStorm @ 12:02 AM
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