The safe, the comfortable and the unknown

Well, I've discovered what the "nothing" was that prompted the last post. Without going into too much detail, it was, to me, a nothing. However, this nothing when taken in conjunction with a slight something, and in addition to a powerful mind and body altering experience, became something to someone else.

That bomb has been diffused, and even though I seem to be the one planting these land mines in the field of life, I never know where they are. Imagine being an amnesiac who gets to lay out a mine-field. You've gone from one side of the field to the other, laying mines as you go. Now you're done and you start back to where you came from, blissfully ignorant of the pending explosions you're about to face.

Wow, that IS like life!

Seems like life has been set on reminding me that change is the only constant in the universe and I need to stop standing still. In the last month I've been through great personal ups and downs.

• I'm constantly reminded how much I dislike my career path. Random acts of employment is more like it.
• My oldest and favorite dog has left us. We thought he was just old and a little incontinent. Hey, it took this dog 6 years to figure out how to let us know he had to go...not the brightest dog, but filled with the most selfless love and devotion I've ever known from a dog. The vet treated it like an infection, but it turned out to be a tumor in his bladder, and it was inoperable. Within weeks of that discovery, he quickly deteriorated and had to be put to sleep. He strained, but after the initial pain was over, to see him jog up the stairs, wag his tail and fight with the other dogs over a toy, you'd never know he was sick. Except for the diaper. (Imagine me, childless, never having bought baby-gear in my life, wandering up and down the diaper aisle at Target trying to figure out what size my dog needs.) It wasn't till the last week he really started to show the signs...slowing down, losing his appetite, finally losing his sight, that we knew it was time. Taking him there was tough, being with him was tougher. But the weeks leading up to that time were tortuous...knowing what was going to happen, but not when. And then it was over. The other dogs knew something was wrong. My wife carried him out on the way to the vet's, and our newest pup, Eufie, saw that she'd come back emtpy handed, she was so upset she refused to acknowledge her after that because it looked like she'd gotten rid of Eufie's lil buddy.
• Please read the "nothing" post if you haven't already.

On the brighter side,

• I've been writing more. Not just here. There's more on the hard drive at home. And a long dormant project is set to start up again. My writing partner moved to Hong Kong, of all places, and has managed to make connections with a literary agent. With that "in" the spark has been reignited and we're ready to get back to business.
• I've been reconnecting. For too long, it's been just us at the house. A happy home is one thing to come home to, but to spend all your free time there...too much. Finally, someone in "the gang" has started a yahoo group so we can actually connect... keep in touch... have those round robin discussions over e-mails, get together now and then.
• More exciting has been the re-discovery of someone. We were very close...13 years ago. Perhaps closer than each of us knew. Once we moved on, we really moved on and though connections were lost, as it turns out, each of us held a place in each other's heart and mind...a special place, frozen in time, that we liked to go back to and visit. We even have been there at the same time, but never saw each other. We "found" each other about 3 years ago, but if not for a bit of soul searching, along with the sharing of some thoughts typed out years before we'd even re-connected, we would not be enjoying the Renaissance of "us" we're experiencing right now.

Re-connecting with someone, strengthening a lifeline that's lasted a third of my life (wow) has been a great up and it continues to be. I realized that she is a whole person. Sounds silly, but till recently, I've seen her as the woman I knew, but with some changes on the surface. Now we talk more, we open up, share more, and I've been amazed by the depth of character. She is still that same woman...but her book of life has more pages, more experiences... and all that just makes her "more"

I know what you're thinking. "More? stop talking like a damn hippie and write!" right? Sorry, I can't put it any mo'better than that. Other than "WOW"

I look forward to more "more "

I may even have a band to play with.

What is life, without new experiences? Are we on earth to Eat, sleep, work, have babies, then die? The safe and the comfortable will always have their places, but the unknown cries out to be discovered. We need new thoughts, new ideas, new fun, new memories.

They say new thoughts put more wrinkles in your brain. I'm anxious to make some.