Nothing to say

Pin It Evening washes over the park behind my house as the moonlight bathes everything in subdued shadow. The usual bustle of daily activity has since died down to the gentle murmur of crickets as the clocks slowly rolls closer to ten.

I discover myself inundated with thought; I find this surprising because I have had nothing to say as of late; and I still don’t. I was talking to a friend of mine earlier this week and I mentioned how I had felt drained, literally parched in the sense of language. I looked at my blog today and realized that I hadn’t written anything on it for one whole week; every time I’d sat down to write something, the words just wouldn’t come.

I had nothing.

So for a little while I’d sit and stare at the paper in front of me, jot down a few things, and then go and do something else. Blogging could wait—it would have to.

So I tonight I write. However, I write not because I have anything of great importance to say, but instead because I feel that I need to—after all, it has been a week.

Thanks for being patient, I hope to return shortly—personality and all.

Moonshadows and missing body parts

Pin It So, exactly what does it mean to be followed by a moonshadow?

You know, I was at work this morning and I had my iPod set to “shuffle” and this song by Cat Stevens came on. As I was listening to the words I found myself hearing the message behind it. It amazed me that this song is all about looking on the bright side when things may go wrong. For those who may not have heard this song before, I will elaborate:

“…if I ever lose my hands
oh, if...
I won’t have to work no more.”

Wow, what a great attitude! I myself would probably have spent more of my time complaining about just how not fair it was that I no longer had the appendages I’ve become accustomed to. Yet, how hard would it be to really look on the bright side?

Now, would I ever want to lose my hands? Absolutely not! However, not having to work for awhile might be nice, yet not being able to blog would be quite the bummer…

“…and if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
yes, if I ever lose my eyes
oh if …
I won't have to cry no more.”

Is the prospect of never having to cry again worth losing my eyesight? Hmmm…not a lot of hard though there on that one; plus the fact that I would no longer be able to do photography. Maybe my eyes are just a little bit too important to me.

“…and if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan and I won't beg
oh if I ever lose my legs
oh if...
I won't have to walk no more.”

If I lost my legs I wouldn’t be able to hike anymore, now would I? I would really regret that. Going to the desert for a couple of days is my solace, “my own private Idaho” so to speak. I couldn’t take not being able to go hiking and exploring the places I love…no, the legs definitely have to stay…

“…and if I ever lose my mouth
all my teeth, north and south
yes, if I ever lose my mouth
oh if...
I won't have to talk...”

My mouth? Hmmm…I guess I could do without talking as I know some moderate Sign Language and I could always communicate with Gerb. However, without a mouth this would eliminate lips as well, and that would put kissing out along with talking now wouldn’t it? Also eating, right? Perhaps losing the mouth wouldn’t quite be the thing I needed…

Well Cat, when I really stop to think about it, and though you sound awfully upbeat in your message about losing body parts, I think I’d be much more content to keep what I’ve got…but still, thanks for the killer song…