My heart does not rest. While I sleep it feeds on the what ifs and whys. Every morning I wake to the anxiety of these dreams. Haunted throughout my day by the visions my heart thought to be true. (tbc)
With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.
Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.Wow! Well done, Commander. And, welcome home!
Historians are going to look back in awe at this New Gilded Age of ours in which an utterly broken government functioned solely on behalf of the wealthy when it functioned at all, with open graft and corruption everywhere in spite of unprecedented access to citizen mobilization and information.
People. Life. love. Communication. I try to feel the moment and wonder what it is here for. Is it mine to be held or shared. Do they notice when it is shared? Or in that moment do they beleve it is theirs? Well I guess it is theirs as well. How about the feeling created when it is not shared. The absence of love. Selfishness. Ignorance. Why is communication so difficult for most people? Fear?
Hollow. Living for the now. Loving most that I come in contact with. Yet lost in what is not here. Can one love everyone? Tick-tock, where r my answers? Soul searching or searching for others with soul. Missions corrupted by health, finances, jealousy and yet my feet keep moving. Brain waves translated thru an elementary mind. Simple wants and needs. Simple…..Ahhhhhhhhhhh a clue. Lets just try and keep things simple for a minute.
