I remember one evening flying through the heavens at 35 thousand feet. As I looked out the window at that nitrogen blue black skies over the northern hemisphere, just as darkness set in. I felt something majestic happen. I looked down and she were fast asleep and holding on to me. She was afraid of flying but she was taking me to Paris, France for our honeymoon . I just sat there and smiled and I ran my fingers through her hair and whispered a thank you. I felt safe and I felt so much love.
As I stood under the Arc de Triomphe. I felt my Father's presents, he was here. He was a young solider, he was here when he received the word that the war was over. I could only imagine his joy. He was finally coming home.
Jack
Music is the crucible of my soul. It is the container that can withstand the fire that music ignites in the receptors within my brain. It seems to activate the Neurotransmitters that cause the cells to explode. Just short of having seizures, or perhaps this uncontrollable urge to jump up and dance could be in fact, a form of seizures!! If I close my eyes I can see the nucleus pulsating and the dendrites flowing to the music, dancing hysterically.
After the first hour with my mental health therapist a year ago, he looked at me and said there is something different about you that I just cannot put my finger on. With a smile and raised eyebrows, I said thank you…
