Caves, Sugar and Cultivated Tears

I’m cultivating tears due to one of the most profound epiphanies I’ve ever experienced. It’s quite bizarre how it happened too. I was looking at various photos here and was struck with a very strong sense of wonder and appreciation of beauty. There is so much to be thankful for, and every second of life is filled with pleasure when you can recognize the beauty of all things. It’s such as strong feeling that is impossible to shrug off. I have an urgent renewed need to create and experience creation, to breathe in life in deep breaths.
My muse is hiding in a candy necklace that’s sitting upon the speakers of my stereo. A song of loss resonates with longing below, and makes the white, yellow, pink and blue discs seem somehow unnatural. Music can transcend reason sometimes, as can scents. Candy necklaces have one of those smells that somehow calls up sensuality for me, and I have no explanation for it. I’ll be wearing mine more often now. It’s a fleeting relic of spiritual youth that captures those days at campgrounds spent dreaming of encounters with people I never did meet. The candy traps memories like amber did insects.
A harvest of tears to cleanse, and a whisper of swing sets stream for me. I welcome the motion and feeling, as it is leading me somewhere full of comfort. I’m on a rocky beach with the waves reaching for me. I long to drown my locks in the cold and I long to sleep on the sand covered floor of a rough-cut cave.

I spent most of today hanging out with Wanda, and later with both Wanda and Nathan. It was another of those rather enjoyable days in Wanda’s company. We spent a good deal of time in Random Play browsing as usual. I traded in some old CD’s for a copy of Chris Cornell’s Euphoria Morning while there, with Wanda’s insistance that it’s a great album.
Later on we went to see School of Rock at Park Lane. It was a really enjoyable film with plenty of guilty pleasure laughs and Jack Black’s comedy prowess at its finest. It’s a film for all ages, so bring along your older and younger friends and family. You’ll all go away from it with good humour.
After saying goodbye to my Silly Disciple on the bus, I settled into my cave and have been enjoying the Chris Cornell album. The single from it, “Can’t Change Me” is a song I enjoyed a lot when it was first released but had forgotten about. I’m not enthralled by it more so than ever.

Has anyone ever heard of an artist by the name Laura Peek? At the record store Wanda got a flier for a performance she’ll be doing this Friday. I’d like to know who she is and what she does so I can know if it’d be worth the $4 to attend.

This weekend is Thanksgiving Weekend, a fact that has crept around my attention strangely. I may be visiting my parents in Dean during this time. The prospect of turkey dinner is highly enticing, but the city does have some tasks that it wills me to complete. I should know tomorrow what my choice will be.