Saturday, July 11, 2009

My Holodeck

Touching life,
Dotting the I's of other's lives as they
Cross the t's of my transformations.
There are many times I look out my digital window and find a richness for which I could never have been prepared. Friends I have never known reaching into places my closest confidants rarely see and doing so with the casual flare of a "How are you?" flung down an office hallway by a stride unbroken.

I decorate my emotional lawn with these holodecks created by distant minds and walk through their familiarly foreign landscapes, pleased to find my old slippers waiting by a door I hadn't thought to open. There are some who speak of the human spirit's strength and many who ponder out loud the vistas through which they pass. Sometimes with humor, sometimes to pick up their own thoughts and hold them in a different light, sometimes just the random glance of a lightning strike. Yet others set them on the table near the door as they head in or out to their next experience on the chance that someone will pick them up and find a place for them. I often do.

I wonder, today aloud, about sprinkling my lexical regurgitations about the cyber garden. I think I am all of the above in my motives and beyond the wonder of the wheels, don't know that I can detect a theme in my missives. I do know that as life unfolds before me, kicking as I do at the dirt clods of possibility, I mostly just enjoy the diversity taking root before me.

It's Saturday and while the possibilities are endless the weekend is not. I'll toss this post into the digital winds knowing it's as likely to never germinate as it is to become a flower. It doesn't matter though since I only sow seeds here, I harvest the plots of others.


  1. WD, I feel like I went to church! In a good way. Slowed, calmed, at peace, listening more carefully. I just had two of the home dudes step behind my chair to look at the monitor and I read it to them as I am not sure they would be able to read and comprehend it. Thank you!

  2. If not, maybe, mind flowers, it still touches and resonates across continents. Nicely said.

  3. I read this several times over -- very nice. Many wonderful passages.

    I harvest the plots of others. Very nice. And others are finding harvest here.

  4. I loved "kicking at the dirt clods of possibility". It resonated because right now I'm personally doing a little picking up of life's rocks to see what lies beneath. I liked your imagery.