This is the Christmas morning report from Mayberry by the sea.....the day in reverse......I sat in my leather chair after coming back from the beach and had no clue what I would write... find that by writing or telling a story wakes my brain up like nothing else and now studies conclude that...a study where they mapped the brains activity....the activity was high volume lighting up parts of the brain that dont usually light up....in other words perhaps we activate those area that are not used....I went and got a new cell phone and a desktop computer and the young guy named Chris....just chuckles when I show him the phone I was carrying around...he said this new phone has 16GB whatever that means and on your old phone you are only using a fraction of a Giggabite.....I said....Is that bad?....he cracks up and says no...its just that you are using only about 5% of what this phone can do...I told him my new goal was to become a modern man and join the new millennium like everyone else... tired of being illiterate when its comes to technology....I paid for classes to show this simple caveman that a computer is a friend and not a monolith to beat on with the mammoth bones like the opening scene of 2001 A Space Odyssey...soon I will know what biggabite is as well as how to spell it...........before that........I stood on the beach with a bad case of bed head and touched the water and connected to the greatest source of life on the planet...The Ocean....I was in my church communing with the higher power.....I said to myself.....this is what is all about........the spirit of place....the spirit of the moment.....Christmas......its not about Black Friday and trampling your neighbors at the Wart to get your hands on that flat screen TV....its not about the Christmas music that starts in the stores in October.....its not about the pomp and circumstance....its all about simplicity.....I hanged with a doctor friend of mine who is with the Doctors Without Borders program and is fresh back from Rwanda where is has been for about a year maybe longer.....he said to me....In Rwanda....you will never see any of the things we see in America but on Christmas day...everyone is in church singing....he calls me about a week ago asking advice on getting paint for a present to his wife so that..... she wont have to sit around and play scrabble all day....I loved that line and his humor...I said...where are you now?.....Hobby Lobby he says......HOBBY LOBBY?....Get out of there at ONCE!......I think to myself...Michaels is the closet to where he is and I met him there.....I think he is going to the Congo next.....plays a banjo and guitar with half a finger and rips........I look out at the horizon...a red stripe with grey above it.....whats that saying....Red sky at morning....sailor take warning.........before that I rolled out of bed and almost attacked my head with a broom thinking a badger had gotten into a fight with my hair and then made a nest in it......before that.........the Palladia channel was bringing me out of a blissful full nights sleep..about 3 hours with twangy country music getting on my last nerve waking me up every 5 minutes...I said the Lords prayer..Oh Lord dont let me kill again...and got up......before that....I attacked the canvas at about 3:00am with a barrage of Nirvana......letting this canvas know who is boss and to not give me any shit........and before that.....I stood under the street lamp glow next to the studio......the night was eerily quiet.....the streets were wet from the rains earlier.....the Christmas light from my palm were reflecting in the pools of water puddled along the side of the road.....the lighthouse light my constant companion at night was sweeping over head...I grabbed my camera and walked to the beach.........I had never seen this street so dark.....the coast guard station where the rangers lived was pitch black....and every house along the way was the same way....there was no one around....I stop to film the lighthouse......a foreboding feeling washes over me.....I start to continue on towards the beach.......I have an uncomfortable feeling.....I stop in my tracks and listen....I heard something and listened for it again....I am feeling adrenalin coursing through me....I continue on....I here the sound again and stop.....my eyes are fuzzy but I think I discern to shape of a figure and saw it move......it could have been nothing....but when that inner feeling hits me like that there is always a reason....a lone figure on the boardwalk .......without hesitation I turn around and walk back to the studio....and pick up my brushes and get to work....before that...a quiet evening at the studio...a Ribeye....three Pabst Blue Ribbons......some edible ganja infused into chocolate.....and a live Nirvana Concert....filmed back in the 90s when they played at the Paramount on Halloween night.....that was the past day and this is a new one.....blessed to wake up and enjoy another day to dance on the surface...Merry christmas
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 15:35:02 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015