posted June 21, 2012 03:42 PM
I apologize for nothing in my approach.Linda Goodman's nascent message to me when I first gazed upon those fascinating electric blue bound pages eons ago as a child, was that we are self-directed.
Ultimately.
I laughed out loud when we, our family, read each other's fairytale imaginative, but oh so close to the core characters we played in the world, sun descriptions to each other. My mother read my sister's, given that she was only 4 at the time. And Dad's. And mine. With not a little pride. Making me beam from her starlight love.
And I read hers, perhaps for the first time, with more than a little understanding of the mysterious nature, and the not inscrutable face, no, Linda had that one wrong, of the depths there, particularly the fierce love and unrelenting loyalty she had for us.
That book ended up tattered and dogeared, and though a first edition hardbound, is still on my parent's, or is it my sister's, shelves.
Tattered and dogeared, hardbound, but smoother and less brittle between the covers,this wandering member of the family has moved through the decades, his own Hitchiker's Guide to The Galaxy trip through the years. To the now. And a serendipitous stop under the eaves of L-G.com
Though it would seem there would be all kinds of exotic life and just as many varied approaches to navigating this minature astrological realm it appears the lifeforms are universal indeed with an all to earthbound set of views and...
Expectations.
Daunting.
Though not shocking. But a drag.
And a challenge. Always, the challenge.
And back to the beginning. Linda's most searing lesson: we run our fate. We make the lasting decisions. Not the Cosmos.
To that 12 year old that time so distant and yet so close, is was comforting to have this hidebound recipe for making sense of my way in the pre-adolescent world. The book made sense of my isolation, even in the midst of scores of friends and acquaintances, the joy in being part of the whole yet the unsettling know;ledge of being slightly apart. The need to explain to others, more than once, my point of view.
Full Circle. But a wee bonny bit more experienced and socially capable than that 12 year old.
But still that loneliness and frustration.
Thus an ode, to the "world". A circle now stretched out.
In a new direction? A line ahead?
Ode, quip, or reply back with your thoughts.
Lindaland
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