It has been an incredibly beautiful day, despite the absence of the Pensive for a couple of days. The sky has been littered with huge puffy clouds with warm sunshine looking around every edge. Its one of the surest signs that summer is back. That crystal blue, those pearly clouds and that unmistakeable smell in the air of energy. Its no secret that I love energy. I would probably O.D. on it if I could. The only thing better about summer than making new friends are the times you spend with the "old" friends. Some folks you can not see for eons of time and when you get together, its just like yesterday.
There's a million reasons that people lose touch and sometimes even part; any of which may seem or be very valid at that moment. Some are worth going back for if its possible; and sometimes its not. I'm a possibility thinker; so I tend to think yes, it can happen. In my 40+ years, there are only 4 that I have lost touch with and most of those I have reclaimed and vise versa (or at least I hope). Some where out there, beneath the pale blue .....
Our Thursday Habit, Dan McGuinness!
Anywhoo...one of my favorite discoveries during a very turbulent time in my working career is an irish pub. I didnt know everyone's name but we all knew each other's face. You could eat outside and listen to live music under the unfathomable cloak of a Music City sky. Today I had the privaledge of being there again. Thursday is their "fish day" all day for only $6.00!!!
Old friends are great! They "get" you already. There's no explanations or being shy; sometimes words arent even required. Old friends have seen you at your best and worst and you've laughed about them all together. Thats one of the rare treasures in this life. Old friends are harder to fool because they really know who you are all too well. The good news is that it goes both ways and thats what makes great relationships; the ability to love beyond faults. Thank God, cause I'm never gonna be perfect and besides, the thought of that bores me. I was created for the unexpected and I like it just that way.
Here's a cheers to you all and you know who you are..."cheers" mates!
Bruce Springstein in my ears attempts to distract me from time seeming to run in reverse. I am listening one of the truely great songs of his bountiful career. Some might argue that music has color; my response would be does life? Are we not all stings of the same chord of a song we think we determine the notes of running down its chorus with few ideas of the notes ahead or when the song ends....? Nonetheless...."Philadelphia;" what a great song with incredible lyrics. The deep haunting of a soul bass draws you into the muse of a story so delicate its deadly and the truth leaks out into yesterday's memories and today's tradgedies....