Rosie Today

I put love in the blog like a smoothie. Actually, I’m kinda moody. Once the excitement wears off, I am exactly where I started. Skrting town Cheshire Bridge in my ’05 Lexus, wearing a True Religion top, Apple Bottom jeans, and Frye boots. 

Maybe people can relate to feeling undeserving of the life you live, even though you earned every last drop of honey in the cupboard. I am something of a spiritual Pooh Bear. Though sometimes I’m Tiger. Wasn’t that the gist of it? All of these characters exist in our minds as friends, visitors, or characters. You don’t always get to control who shows up and harnesses your brain every day. Or at least I don’t. I love to rely on forces beyond my control to guide me throughout my day. 

Finally, my thoughts are getting brighter. I am excited for the future again. The birds chirp loudly in Louisiana. They fly high in France, somber, lurking on a metal post. Are the same birds’ eyes in France the ones that watch me in Texas or Manhattan? Tokyo or Argentina? Who is our creator above the veil? 

Misty trees reflect perfect paintings in the pretty pools of the piedmont swamp. A hound dog wears its muzzle; mosquitoes don’t bite. Belugas in Atlanta? The park is a zoo, with unleashed baby giraffes; there’s one, maybe two. 

I thought I might sneak away to Dublin to write. Then the Irish countryside, where my ancestors hang tight. But since I overthink, I start to wonder if this experience is worth the plunder. I start to anticipate the adventures I might have. Drunken solitude, more trauma, stored karma surely await. 

So I go where the love blows, but the more I think, the more I might fall. Risk, terrible risk. Why do you invite me? No stranger, no friend left to fight me. None of it makes sense, but it sure does enchant me. Spaceships of the mind glitter like lightning. 

Because I guess the Irish countryside is really a feeling, one I can conveniently invoke by staring at my ATL ceiling. The trees are a nova; a sacred promise. Our caretakers dropped down, many moons ago, ensuring that we would all gather in a space of restorative renaissance.