Clear clean water for to quench my thirst in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

So I went on a run of kindness the other day, driving through the autumnal landscape as it’s meant to be. Um, I’m just typing here so, I’ll digress even prior to egress — Lovely as the Willamette valley is, especially fronted by the wee west hills of Portland and the Columbian Basin, Autumn isn’t all that spectacular, I mean it is, but that’s because the landscape is already spectacular, the handful of deciduous trees turning color not so much. Sure there are neighborhoods where streets are lined with fruit and nut trees, but on the whole the woods are mostly fir trees of one kind or another.

So I’m going on my run, the sun is up but it’s cool (Oh, yeah, the night of the blood moon eclipse, the tetra blood moon of the year, the sky was clear and the moon very close, and it was beautiful) and my one thumb drive finally came back around to van Morrison (you do the math —32GB’s of songs averaging 4 mb’s each — it takes a while to come around) and the last time I heard Sweet Thing, I was driving through the Rockies as they intersect Utah in the early morning and the foggy mist ( … and we will stroll our merry way through gardens all misty wet with rain and we will never never never grow so old again …)

Sometimes I want so very far out and sometimes I need to be so very far in. Someone told me the other day how very light and full of goodness I am (I paraphrase, but that’s the jist) and I didn’t beg to differ, but it did set me to thinking. I mean my actions almost always are morally right, but, I don’t know, I need to have dark thoughts. I need to bear witness to dark things too. Why? I don’t know, if I had to guess I’d say I work better with a balance, I walk tight ropes I don’t work the trapeze. Hmmm a little to far into esoteric fal-der-ra, still — I don’t have the day to day sort of thing that tests any of this. If the world is going to broken up into light and dark, I certainly am light, I just know, perhaps need to know, what happens when night falls.

Hmmm, yeah, too esoteric for me, yet the concrete — I like driving through autumnal colors listening to Van Morrison.