Quickly now,

These are the bones that have supported me all these long years. With some support of their own after I treated them carelessly upon a trampoline.




This is the man I love (look closely); shaped as he is like the cradle of life. He inspires me to be gentle and incites me to rage. Never in the same breath, but often in the same day.



Within these attributes of body and emotion it would seem easy to find happiness. An existence that ebbs and flows, swells with the occasional storm, but overall leads me from day to day in a peaceful, steady march.

Let me be clear, I am not unhappy. Yet every day, with every action, I am distracted by small, shiny baubles which I believe will make me complete. Like an 8-year-old I flutter between potential professions in my mind. Think "If I could just learn this then I will be content." And tomorrow, after stumbling upon the work of a watchmaker, after seeing the delicate working of the gears so nimbly manipulated with tweezers and one magnified eye, I will fall in love, however briefly, with the potential of a new path to creation.

I want. I want. I want. But for all the wanting I am left forever missing the subtle satisfaction of mastery. Immersed in the nuance of a subject, and continuing to find it engaging. New chasms of gray matter bridged, accompanied by the stomach warming sensation of "a-ha!", despite the familiarity of something long studied.

The a-ha moments are much smaller when surfing from subject to subject. But like one addicted to falling in love, I look around and cannot choose just one to pair with. For each has excitement and potential. And I visit each in turn, for I am a monogamist at heart, but I spend my time until I am satisfied and then leave, whether my partner is fulfilled or not.

And what do I hope to discover by exploring my need to roam? I'm quite unsure. I've desired to roam since I could look out the window to the next yard. I've been distracted long before "sound bite" became a buzz word, or people with short attention spans were know as adhd, they were more likely called absentminded.

Mostly, I just wanted to try and string together some thoughts that floated through my head. And write down the words which seemed so intriguing at the time.

And getting to show off my bones is fun too.