And, the Beat goes on and one…

Tonight is a Tom Robbins night.  My feet hurt, I am old and I am tired.  However, on the flip side…the night is lit up with July 4th eve festivities.  The air is soft and sprinkled lightly with the scent of pine.  Most importantly, we are alive to read and embrace those who have gone before us…on a happy road to a destination unknown…and what a fun trip that most have been.

But you can’t escape the eyes
of the one who sees right through you. In the end what will prevail
Is your passion not your tale.

The most important thing is love,” said Leigh-Cheri. “I know that now. There’s no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.”
Leigh-Cheri sent that message to Bernard through his attorney. The message continued, “I’m not quite 20, but, thanks to you, I’ve learned something that many women these days never learn: Prince Charming really is a toad. And the Beautiful Princess has halitosis. The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and the vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. Loving makes love. Loving makes itself. We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn’t that be the way to make love stay?”
The next day, Bernard’s attorney delivered to her this reply:

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

All depression has its roots in self-pity, and all self-pity is rooted in people taking themselves too seriously.”

Leigh-Cheri went out in the blackberries and wept. “I’ll follow him to the ends of the earth,” she sobbed.
Yes, darling. But the earth doesn’t have any ends. Columbus fixed that.”

Tom Robbins-Still Live with Woodpecker.

During the eighties it was made clear to me that if a women with opposing thumbs could learn to hitchhike and rule the world…I, as a writer, could make a mess out of the dictionary…if I try hard enough!