Kind of grey,
kind of white,
you can feel,
a smidgen of,
dare I say it??
–
Spring,
in the air,
it’s a question of light,
of atmosphere,
more than,
temperature.
Yes,
Spring will,
eventually,
rise,
again.
Ok, weird aside, that reminds me of that old Roy Buchanan song with the ‘let’s get it on’ guitar solo, The Messiah will rise again, I guess most of you are too young to remember that, my dad used to love that, very seventies stoner music:-P
I’ve been in an up and down,
sort of mood,
all week,
but,
you know,
I feel good,
can I get a little James Brown???
Nervous and occasionally,
a little freaked out about,
the future,
but,
good.
I feel rich,
in an experience,
sense,
I have learned so much,
about myself,
in the last,
almost nine years,
of the bookstore experience,
or what I have lately,
come to think of,
as,
the bookstore era,
has a nice sound to it,
no?
I’ve stretched muscles,
I had forgotten about,
and,
discovered a whole slew,
I didn’t know,
I had.
I’ve met,
a bunch of amazing people,
and,
reconnected with a few more.
Of course,
all of that isn’t,
necessarilly,
a result of the bookstore.
The blog,
and,
life,
evolution,
factors in,
as well,
but,
the bookstore era,
was, is and,
will remain,
big,
in both a personal,
and,
professional,
sense.
In spite of what,
many,
will see,
as a failure,
I don’t see it that way,
I see it as a loss,
sure,
but,
not a failure,
I am a strong believer in,
the,
‘what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger’
school of thought,
and,
that standing still,
while,
easier,
especially for us lazy buggers,
isn’t the way to go,
stop to smell the flowers?
sure,
take a break, lick your wounds?
absolutely,
but,
forward we all,
must go.
I know that I am,
a good,
a kind,
a ressourceful,
a mature,
person,
I know that I have evolved,
that although,
I don’t know,
what the future holds,
I know who,
I am.
I am bookish butch,
and,
at forty-seven,
I have discovered that I like Henry James,
and,
that my friends,
is evolution.
Later girls,
BB
