Have you ever... watched a single, solitary, raindrop, land upon your windshield, against the blackness of the night, seen through a golden light?
Monday evening this week Grumpy Grandpa, forever to be known as 'The Walrus' that be ME, as I create new charcters for stories I wish to write. My goal is to create a picture of my charcters, stamped into your mind. I have been searching for some time, a way to bring my charcters to life. It dawned upon me only recently, use animals. I love animals and will bring to life my imaginary characters through them. I've just come up with this idea and may enlist the help of a few friends at work.
One just careened off the side of me head. Sloth would fit someone I know. Example, slow as in doing no work! This is something I will be working on, remember, I be GRUMPY GRANDPA 'THE WALRUS.'
Another thing I've been dwelling on, causing me some concern! How I write, my almost nightly whatch-a-ma-call-it, post, writings, before I go to bed, insanity whatever!!!
I gotta be me, you see! I'm not attempting to be some one I'm not! I be a good old boy/old man, from the Midwest. Who has come across an unlikely, yet exciting hobby, at a stage, late in life. I am, what I write of, meaning, I truly am learning about the forming of words, sentences, paragraphs, so on, and so forth, and really, really, have just taught myself to type, and am learning the computer. I don't know diddly-squat about properness, don't intent on learning but only enough to convey to you, 'myself,' the way, I truly am. I am all over the board so to speak. Just like I began this post with one thing in mind, then something pushed its way to the forefront. That's me! I'll be all over! I hope you enjoy seeing one, unpolished, real....
I'll try once again, where I started earlier!!!
Have you ever...watched a single, solitary, raindrop land on your windshield, against the blackness of the night, seen through a golden light???
To place this, into perspective. I HATE MONDAYS! I'm never in a good mood on Mondays! I go from relaxation, peace of mind, TO 'work,' giving others a piece of my mind! So I be in my normal frumpy Grandpa Grumpy mentality, body rebelling from too many causes!
It's now lunchtime. A gentle rain is falling as I go to my van. There is no wind, the drip, drip on my head, feel's good, refreashing! The tempo of life is a changing with the beat of every drop. I slowly, walk the 60 feet to my car, already magic has begun! The smell soap from a factory down the road, adds to the choir I'm now hearing in my changing state of mind. I sit finding myself in the first stage of the most wonderful meditaive state yet to come. I stare at the top of my windshield zeroing in on, every raindrop. I'm mesmerized at the individual drops of gold! A spotlight in reverse it seems! My eyes gaze upon the diamond spectrums, one at a time. I follow one drop as it descends, bouncing off others, changing routes with every bounce, flowing effortlesly out of the golden zone of light, into the oblivion. I watch others, how many I cannot tell, nor care, making their own unique journey through my eyes. I find myself fixated to a windhield, watching the most amazingly beautiful pleasure a simple over looked miracle of nature! I allow a thought to flow within the gentle confines of the moment. Would I not be meditating the wonders of a single raindrop, if not for drought this summer? I have encountered other special moments of obsevation and serenity, but NEVER of this magnitude! HAVE YOU EVER? GLEN....
No no no no no no...."I" am the walrus!
ReplyDeleteI like that idea of putting animal names to the characters on your stories about real life. Hmmm you might inspire me to post more of the animal photos I have taken.
ReplyDeleteRain..........I love the rain and never grow tired of it. I love to listen to it and watch it as it falls. I love storms too. I haven't always liked rain. But 27 years ago we had a drought where I was living at the time, which was South Carolina. It did not rain, not one drop for a solid year. The grass was completely gone and I watched trees actually dry up as if they had been burned in a fire. It was awful. One of my children was born at the beginning of that drought. She never saw rain till she turned a year old and the day it started raining I took her out of my front porch to see it and she got scared ! Since that year I have never complained about the rain. I just love it!
Now I am going to sit back and watch you and Timster argue about who is actually the walrus :-)
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