Thursday, December 6, 2007
"Me, I got a pickup....
And I drive it like the fourth of July!" And if I could, I would head Maine-ly out east to see a kind undertaking in the form of a dancing friend who looks at life through such beautiful eyes, the sights and sighs are always glorified by a deep tenderness, lucky blessed anyone who truly sees the heart there.
How often enough to be gladdened by a generous heart, a heart ones shares hesitantly, vulnerably, and still with the greatest courage, risks again treacherous love. I am for one a gun slinger of sorts, one false move brother and bam!!! You are laying on the ground as the smoke drifts from my own barrel of too many misfirings. Or mis-aims. The target then? Why my own thumping, beating way-too-big-for-this-weary-world heart. As John Wayne declares in the Shootist-"I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people, and I require the same from them." Hallelujah and amen brother Duke. I use to be a "dumb a** amatuer", but my aim, my targets- pretty well sighted in.
Did I mention I'm a big fan of the Duke, I loved his conviction, strong will, generosity of spirit and precious advice-"What happened out there? Why'd you shoot 'em?" Mr. Wayne stoically replied,"The conversation just kind of dried up." I am metophorically speaking here of course about shooting so called cold "sightless" basta****-but, I have had alot of practice as of late percieving vermin. Ooh, a bit harsh today, reasoning not with head but too much aforementioned weary-world heart. I know you're out there, you good folks and your hearts of gold...and I thank you for being true to yourself and kind to others. Well, off to fire up the old girl and get her pointed towards slight north, she-like me, has a cold start, but once she's firing on all points-she's a beauty to behold. Hopeful, durable lessons for you today, take care-