Kerplop; The Water Drop

Funny. Before I forget: today, I went to go change—because, I forgot I left something in my locker at the pool…. Annnnnd, while I was opening, checking chemicals, pool lights, safety sheets, staff list detail:

A water drop plopped down from a cover the guard was retracting overhead; opening the pool. Earlier 5AM—landed right square on the crown of my head. Just as I was walking under, clipboard and pen….

That’s when it hit me. Somehow, it dawned on me, I knew. Beyond a reasonable shadow of a doubt. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Doing just what it is I was already doing; IN, here in now UT.

“Everything is everything: as, entropy is always to equilibrium; like, equanimity is never to infallibility—or rather, ever so infallible….  So too Ergo Sum. Ars Moriendi—Memento Mori; Carpe Diem—Sapere Aude.”
~~ARIES B.C. ANWELL

In Finite Arms; Phantom Limbs

IN memory Jascha IS (28) Mar. 3, 1985—Apr. 4, 2013 gone not forgotten.

From: a Brother To: another Mother; For: a Brother From: another Mother; fit, to recover: “the Journey is The goal.” And, so journaling…. Say, “‘be well,’ understand as best you can; and, do good—work, as you sojourn just trust in faiths fearless search for one, if only, your Love, sojourner Truth,” #lightWorkers; #waterProtectors; #waterWatchers; #waterWarriors soldier on into that cold dark black pitch of night.

Emotional intelligence—If/when You Feel TOO Much; ink, To write: Love on His/Her/Their/Them—Infinite Arms/ Phantom Limbs, are our only emotional self-defense mechanism.

For those of you who know me; and, those who don’t know, well—maybe acquaintances: or, might well have only really just met—or for more, may old acquaintance be forgot and, never brought to mind…. In the name of auld lang zyne, know no stranger. Stranger things have happened. I sense that. I feel most, most who don’t *”know,” don’t know any better. And though, they may not even fully realize how deeply experiencing existence in this reality, life, living affects Us:

ANON DEAD POETS

ARIES B.C. ANWELL

Infinite Arms; Phantom Limbs

IN memory Jascha IS (28) Mar. 3, 1985—Apr. 4, 2013 gone not forgotten.

From: a Brother To: another Mother; For: a Brother From: another Mother; fit, to recover: “the Journey is The goal.” And, so journaling…. Say, “‘be well,’ understand as best you can; and, do good—work, as you sojourn just trust in faiths fearless search for one, if only, your Love, sojourner Truth,” #lightWorkers; #waterProtectors; #waterWatchers; #waterWarriors soldier on into that cold dark black pitch of night.

Emotional intelligence—If/when You Feel TOO Much; To write: Love on His/Her/Their/Them—Infinite Arms/ Phantom Limbs, are our only emotional self-defense mechanism.

For those of you who know me; and, those who don’t know, well—maybe acquaintances: or, might well have only really just met—or for more, may old acquaintance be forgot and, never brought to mind…. In the name of auld lang zyne, know no stranger. Stranger things have happened. I sense that. I feel most, most who don’t *”know,” don’t know any better. And though, they may not even fully realize how deeply experiencing existence in this reality, life, living affects Us:

ANON DEAD POETS

ARIES B.C. ANWELL