There once was a life full of twists
Opportunities taken (some missed)
Zig-zagging around
Fulfillment was found
[can you finish my limerick for me?]
I was startled awake in the midst of a dream last night.
In my dream, I was at an event, a concert of some sort. I was distracted by some severely handicapped people there — not in a bad way, just wondering where they would sit and how the music would affect them. I was seated near the front so I had close-up view of the performers. I watched them usher three of the handicapped people down to the front and seat them — one at a grand piano, one at a keyboard, and the third at a drum set. A handler placed the man’s hands on the keys of the piano and he began to play. It was beautiful, until he lost his place on the keys. The keyboardist began playing. The drummer began playing. The pianist was growing more and more discordant as he banged his hands on the keys; he had lost his way. I couldn’t tell what triggered it, I feel like it was the pianist listening to the others, because suddenly the music of the three musicians blended into something beautiful.
Then I woke up.
I had been thinking about this post — my zig-zaggy road post– but couldn’t come up with a focus. I think the dream helped me.
Sometimes we lose our way, and life becomes discordant. The switchbacks on the roads cause us to lose our sense of direction.
But then we arrive somewhere — it may be the destination we started off for, or it may be someplace totally different.
Regardless, life is beautiful if we look for the beauty.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 