Me and My Shadow

There are so many lovely things to think about, look at, smell scents of – so many ideas – my fingers can hardly type fast enough. What exactly is the theme, here? What to talk about... I'm in a pickle here... Hmmm, let's see...

Okay, here is a good topic. The message will be about what is distracting you.

Think again, David. It might be you who are distracted, not the readers.

But …

David, keep on writing. Soon, your breathing will ease, and your thoughts, let’s call them little nothings, will flow again into somethings. Me? I am a nudge, an irresistible talking shadow.

All right, so you are. But, my intention is to draft this article, edit and re-edit it, get it mailed on time … readers expect …

David, keep on typing. Little inkles are sure to come your way with what readers are poised to hear you say.

I sit right here, stumbling fingertips wandering on the keyboard; as always, I am looking through a big, living room window into still another chilly gray, rainy Saturday. Wintry trees sport naked branches appearing as bony limbs dribbling drizzle.

My mind has absorbed every bit of exciting and deep literature that has come my way. Reading, rereading, comprehending, moving on to the next; meeting writers, poets; reading poems and superb journalism. Now that I want to write real well … The correct word is good, David … Now that I want to write real good, suddenly baskets brimming awesome ideas and stories is too much. Ahem, David, the correct verb is … are.

Okay. Now that I want to write really good, suddenly buckets brimming awesome ideas and stories are too much. My brain must be dribbling drizzle.

Maybe I’ll toss a penny in the air, watch whether it lands heads or tails, and choose the idea the upside draws. But, that means I would have already chosen ideas either side would entail. Now what?

Don’t go looking for a penny, David. Keep on typing, and keep your eyes off caller id.

What’s going on? Is this article's possibility really bigger, more fascinatingly mind-boggling than ever I imagined?

I am waiting. I’m… yes, I’m typing away, waiting for something … David, so are your readers … an idea readers want to hear that is insightful, that makes eternal light bulbs of profound insight light up like flood lamps switched on inside their closets.

Okay, that’s it. No idea, no theme, no possibility is showing up. I’ll be seeing you ‘round. I’m heading outside to watch squirrels, catch a snake, see cardinals dart, contemplate purplish water beetles – whatever. And, maybe eat a glazed doughnut. See yah, bye.

David, where the heck are you headed in such a whimsical heat? Collect some courage. Get right back over here and have yourself a warmed over seat.

Here it is. You, dear reader, and I are shifting. What I mean is we Earthlings cannot help but observe levels of shifts around us, and we without doubt help them along. Every day, we awaken to an entire planet abundant with changes that happened while we were sleeping. Governments constantly shift their points of view as other countries quickly uproot theirs. On top of that, remember the rambunctious chain of events from Mizz Mother Nature, too. This is good, David.

Shifting creates, well … shifts manifest annoyance within nations whose citizens, with their worthy animals, would rather live in peace. We may thank the international plutocrats who distract goodness with thrusts of corporate pandemonium … David, look inside … You and I tend to hoard thoughts of pending global upsets and ecological threats rather than imagine some truly whopping, nearly conceivable possibilities for us and for the rest of the animal kingdom. David, now where are you headed?

Grasp, for even a moment, the likelihood of Earthlings being part of a fantastic, emerging genesis. Relax into thoughts of everybody one with each other - yet empathetically, expressively autonomous.

Hold on to that feeling … Perhaps, we have been what nature intended but were unwittingly distracted: Are we not an exquisite array of discerning creations who elaborately accomplished some purpose? David, excuse me, what did you say? What are you thinking?

Here it is, I see the target... Earthlings are part of a grand wee trace upon a single universe's breath. Release business and money and family expectations, and allow yourself to be flabbergasted. We are, right now, at this very moment, a most astoundingly elegant part of something so out of sight - all of us should be gawking, audaciously rejoicing for revelations of unfathomed insight.

The truth be spoken, I feel relieved by sensing the breathtaking, evolving changes in which I will knowingly participate. I would rather the fiery hardship already done; to resume in a state where no calendars exist, and no one would ever be late!

This piece is complete, which might not have happened but for a shadow's review while it browsed for feedback from a friendly, purplish water beetle.

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what’s being created.
~ David Moorhead