Serenity

How easily we forget what it is. It seemed so clear to me in the ten seconds from my car door to the front door. The rain had just begun to pick up. One last flash of bright sky and I thought of grandma while turning the key to walk inside. I had every intention of writing as soon as I reached my room. Instead, I got to my room and a shower seemed needed. The water. Always something soothing about water. From rain to shower. But I got out and turned the TV on. Crossing Jordan was on. I've never watched the show all the way through before, but something was entertaining enough about it this evening.

So what got me thinking about serenity? I went and saw the movie tonight. Sci-fi meets Josh Whedon's dry humor. The movie ends talking about the first rule of flying being love. It's really the first rule of everything. Movie times by myself are a brief period of serenity for me. Sometimes writing can be. I think of something that Ken says, "Why fight life?" ((Which reminds me of the dinner we had last Wednesday where the ambiance consisted of a light house, the golden gate bridge and a Chinese dragon. I don't know if it was because I am sensing things more deeply again, he being changed out of school or some combination, but that night was the most I have ever seen of Ken as a person since I've known him.)) The saying makes me think of serenity because not fighting life would seem to suggest that one is in the moment and going with the flow of things. It may not be what I would always choose, but it's something that I think about.

I felt my soul in the rain outside. It hailed. My favorite Southpark episode is on TV right now. Mario wants to have dinner tomorrow night.

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Beautifully blue
crispy cold kisses on my bare parts
a musty migration
and the blue sky cries
grieving gray
shivering shady shards

a sun still in the distance

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Serenity