as the music returned, the passion blossomed, and the garden reawakened as if it had never been asleep... the magic sprayed everywhere from every source, from rocks and springs, from petals and perches, the bords and bees brought back the kaleidoscope of emotional power that give life meaning and humanity purpose (even if most sleep through it and call it dreaming)...
you really did have to be there :)
and the previous post and so many (most, perhaps) suggest or even state clearly (as if i am ever truly clear amidst my babbling way) said, the craving for sharing, for intellectual, emotional, physical, and that undefinable ethereal stimulation is constant, insatiable, and expressed here once again as if we do not know already or somehow doubted it's constancy...perhaps it is the primary reason for the afterblog, this constant craving for more interaction, stimulation, input (ah, johnny five, i do understand... but do you?)...
like the stage after all the people leave, like the party (or even the last supper) after everyone goes home or falls asleep, the afterblog is for the last few who stay awake, who hang out at the stage door, who can't get enough, like me, and sometimes, the afterblog seems for no one but me...
but it's here... to remind me that the show must go on and more, that when the show is over, there is still a life to share, even if that remains a dream for now... the afterblog remains for whomever cares, for whomever finds it, for the one, and for me...
for even when it seems only for me, when everyone is gone or sleeping and it feels so empty, it is still full of hope... this is the afterblog.
hope it doesn't scare you.
after blogging a dozen places, at least, i was occupying my mind with movie statistics cuz numbers and statistics are like comfort food for my mind while awaiting the next big sharing... hope you find comfort too...
The story can be found everywhere, personally, privately, and publicly, but the bottom line remains i am here to share. The words are the hope and actualized sharing that inspires the feeling and belief in not being alone that you might call god or God.
Get that, and you may begin to get me.
What am I doing awake? I have a full day conference tomorrow during which staying awake will be challenging enough on a full night's sleep and here I am still wide-eyed and wishing someone would find me, love me, and share some meaningful moments with me. Fool or pathetic hopelessly hopeful romantic dreamer. You oughta know.
What's the difference?
