SOUL MUD: Random Ramblings of my 24/7 Brain

Inspiration is a fickle bitch!  These words just came to me in a gush at around 3:37 AM.  It was all I could do to catch the flow to avoid losing it to the haze of my sleep-filled grey matter.  I'm not a performer, so I'm not sure where it came from - but it came to me non-the-less.  THE LONELY STAGE - by Autumn Boyet Stinton  The bustle of the venue fills my ears as the plans come into place…                  It could be a bar or grill, rough or rowdy, a big or tiny space.     But people tend to gather here and leave an imprint of their energy…                It doesn’t matter why they’ve come or whom they’ve come to see.   So if it’s me or someone else who stands upon the stage…                They’ll watch awhile, ...

     I am finding social media to be the bane of my existence.  I'm not saying I don't use it.  Nor am I saying that I don't like it - it do!  What I am saying is this - I am a real person who wants to engage with other humans, (as well as other creatures, nature and myself), in a manner worthy of my time.  I want my relationships with others to be built on honest reality.      I need to engage in the art of conversation.  I want to talk about dreams and aspirations as well as annoyances and irritants.  I want to discuss your interests and learn about you and I want you to care enough about me to want to discuss my interests and learn about me.  I don't want to forget how to communicate via the written word.  I want a hand-written love letter that I can keep wrapped in ribbon in a special place.  I want a heartfelt letter from a friend that shares their hart with me and knows I will treasure and keep the secret...

It’s funny how things come to you, seemingly out of the blue.   A long-a-go moment thrust into the now.   A forgotten tid-bit from a time past in stark contrast with the present.   A trigger – a smell, a sound, a feeling, a sight – that stimulates a nostalgia that abruptly stops the now, and brings a remnant of the past into sharp focus…if only for a moment.   A twinkle of a memory that shines brightly again – a second chance at glory, if only for a moment as the memory flares and quickly fades, proving that life is hurtling by too fast.   Whether a frigid memory, ensconced in cold feelings of dread, bringing with it the icy strangling fingers of regret, pain and sorrow that haunt your being – Or the memory that soothes you and floods you with warmth like the perfect cup of tea – Or the delectable memory that tingles across your skin and washes passion through you like a midnight dip in a cool lake on a hot summer night – Or a memory that comes as a thunde...