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Emancipation Day

Every other day of our lives we hold onto things we don’t know how to handle, we walk through this world with a touch of today, we don’t look at ourselves in any odd way, just each of us doing the same worn out things, wondering forever what each morrow brings, when we know in the end its all about the end, we look for salvation in each of our friends, we talk of our plans and we talk of our dreams, they all fall to pieces in reality it seems, but we keep up our faith and we ramp up our energy, run to the store and forget about bread and green tea, we hope for a miracle but find just our place in the sun, so we sleepwalk the mornings and stoke up our day, we desire something to change it some way and we try and we try and peer in the night, nothing different, nothing different, nothing different in sight with our answers so distant and far from our grasp, we don’t know the key, can’t even ask, and we wonder why life seems so hard and so drab when we look at the things and the life that we had, the one in our mind, the one built in our head, we never knew that life lived with the dead and those who won’t see that we live in this day, there is no tomorrow there was no today, there’s only now as I write or as you read all these words, there’s no other way to the things that we need, in our minds in our dreams in our fantasies lost, there’s only now, only you, only me, that’s the cost of living a life worthwhile and pristine, grasp this moment, this now, this future unseen, throw off the fault, the guilt, the victim in you, take on the task and know that our true life will be when we step up and take full our responsibility for ourselves, for our sake.

Every other day of our lives, we hold onto things we don’t know how to handle. I’m not like you. Nor anyone else…yet I’m so like you…and everyone else…and I cannot be you…nor anyone else…so…I…must…be…me…

Peggy Miller taught me that. A one-sentence poem which runs on, line after line, without a period. These poems often contain raw power, raw energy, raw truth. I ended my personal Artist Date day today (otherwise known as Groundhog Day), with the wonderful movie Groundhog Day. Culled from Julia Cameron’s wonderful book, The Artist’s Way, an Artist’s Date is one in which you take your artist self out someplace whimsical and celebrate yourself and your creative talent. You give credence to the creator within and you treat that special part of you…special.

My date began at Bonefish Grill. Interesting the things you see and feel in a restaurant like Bonefish when you’re all by yourself at a four-person table. My waitress, Victoria, was sweet and understanding, especially when I had to tell her I left my wallet in the car when she delivered the check (yes, it seems goofy, embarrassing things happen even when dating oneself…lol!).

There was a lovely blonde lady who sat through an hour-long meal with her presumably significant other and smiled only once. What a sad world we can live in sometimes. That world truly exists in our mind, not so much in reality. We may choose otherwise. We simply don’t see the choice far too often.

An older gentleman (yes, there are still many older than me) who sat with his wife and a younger couple with his arms folded across his chest for over an hour. No matter the smiles or laughter which spewed from his mouth, his closed-off body language spoke of warning. Danger. Watch out.

On the way home, driving up A1A, I stopped in Flagler Beach to walk the boardwalk. A blood-red moon crept up out of the ocean, quickly rising and throwing off its red-tinged guilt to quickly take over the night sky in its bright, king-of-the-heavens glory. We should do likewise. Shake off the tethers which bind us to oblivion, live each of our moments as they come, and take our rightful place in this world. That place we forsake most of our lives.

When you take the time to look, there is no one truly like you. Therefore: