two more things

Every now and then the spambots latch on to an outdated post from my old, decaying blog and bomb the shit out of it. I have no idea why this happens. The logic of it, I mean. The pattern. Has to be a pattern, right? Some SEO equation my brain can't calculate. A word that's trending tucked down in there somewhere.

Why now? Why 20 nonsense ads posting to the comments of a five-year-old post in less than three hours? Me being me, I can't look away and I can't let it go and I can't pass up an opportunity to scream synchronicity.

But I don't even have to raise my voice. It's all right here, a shout out from me to me, circa 2007, from the end of the journey I'm starting again.

I gotta believe I got new wings sprouting.

Thanks spambots! It's good to be reminded.

Originally posted Oct. 27, 2007:

two things

 The front of the card says "Faith is believing that one of two things will happen," SHE SAID. "That there will be something solid For you to stand on -- Or that you will be taught to fly."

My mind catches first on the sound of the words and how she said changes the rhythm changes the sentence. Changes the resonance.

 How SHE SAID is brilliant because She Said Makes this: Faith is believing that one of two things will happen. That there will be something solid for you to stand on - Or that you will be taught to Fly.

 Hallmark card

into This:

 Faith is believing that on of two things will happen. SHE SAID. That there will be something solid to stand on - Or that you will be taught to fly. She said has that little roll of an up down wave with the water breaking on you will be taught to fly.

I read it three, fours times listen to the sound of every word hitting the next. I'm a nerd like that.

I go to the meaning that faith is knowing you will be ok. And my mind takes it apart. Beleiving one of two things will happen. Something solid to stand or be taught to fly. Standing or Flying? Ripped up that way I read a choice in it.

 Stand or Fly?

 For two days I pick the card off the bookshelf and read it as a question. Ask, ask, ask myself. Which one would I chose?

The Ground or the Sky.

 I look up to remember clouds know all the answers.

Like tea leaves and old gypsy women.

and I think, me, I'll take the sky.