Somewhere between emerald and jade

I made another buddy today – the other office custodian (I’m already buddies with the first – I snared him with the cunning use of candy). When the new custodian came by, I shared the music to which I was listening at the time (The Fray and The Cure) and got some recommendations for good blues/jazz which I sorely need. I lost the majority of my collection some time ago and, as the cds were burned by a friend and not labeled, I never knew to what/whom I was listening. There’s always a room for a little more soul in my life.

There is much that could be said; there is little that needs be. After a whirlwind week with enough highs and lows to make me think I’m a meth addict, I’m left empathetic and thoughtful. The clichéd adage, “The world’s not fair,” comes to mind once again, but when my analytical gears come to a rest, I am left with equanimity and a full heart. I simply like to think that I am perceptive and honest enough to see all sides for what they are and to accept each equally. As to this week, I am glad to see negative events bring out the positive; I am inundated in examples. I decorate this kaleidoscopic room with impressionist paintings of each to the soft notes of cello and viola that float in like a breeze. Somewhere between the shades of unworked emerald and jade, I watch each moment whirl and undulate as invisible arms envelope me within the nest of a soft tattered blanket. Much could be said; little needs be.