i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joy In Random Places I needed to get out today. My head was spinning, and I've felt so out of touch with reality for the last twenty four hours. I guess with the highest highs can come the most unexpected lows. I couldn't put my finger on why or what the feeling was, but it prompted me out of my apartment and to the beach. I sat in my car at Ocean Beach, listened to music and scribbled in my big black book, somehow misty eyed for something I couldn't define. I wrote down every word, each passing fragment that came into my mind, a mish-mash of nonsensical thought that somehow equated to feeling totally without anchor. I drove up the coast, stopping at random places that I had never seen. Fort Miley, up through the Legion of Honor, up the coast past cliffs and winding roads, big beautiful houses that hugged the ocean and fleetingly reminded me of La Jolla , to the Golden Gate, blinking with the cars as the cloudy weather made it seem later in the afternoon then it was. I wandered around the Presidio, down little roads that led to views of the bay, and finally to Baker's Beach. I parked my car and stood in the sand watching a man in a red button down shirt and blue pants rolled up throwing a frisbee to his shaggy medium sized black dog. And it was the dog that struck me. There was so much...joy in each one of his movements, a bounding, excited, living-in-the-moment run as he followed that frisbee. He never tired of the game, just running full of exuberance, full tilt. It was almost as if he was skipping. I stood in the sand and watched that dog for at least half an hour, as his owner ran in the sand with him, both of them having so much fun. And I felt better. 10:27 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 17, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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