Month: July 2011

A twenty meter wide seamless tube eight shades darker than black bore an endless hole into the horizon where hundred foot pines once stood. Actually, the bases, tops and sides of some still stood. It was as if their middles had been removed by a precision cosmic corkscrew. I stared into it like a deer frantic for an attacking tiger in the sightless night, but fearless, while in unmeasurable time its whole flashed nanosecond arcs of welder light reflecting across polished steel trapezoids rotating around, through and into themselves in perfect synchronicity. Without my physical participation, fusion fed magnetism of perfect design pulled me in a kaleidoscopic, vomit inducing tumble toward the swirling, curved and rounded fins of shimmering and perforated non-local metal.

Fear hung outer tube with time and without tickets. As I ascended wildly, atoms smashed and synapses were consumed in the chrome fire. Neurons tore by the billions. More were born. Flashbacks and forwards of life mysteries diffused through me like poisonless radiation. Whole lives played like sixty second movie trailers condensed to nanoseconds. The learning was Vulcan mind melding, but still short of unreachable certainty. A thick layer of insecure cells incinerated nearly completely. The survivors would die only from mental focus. Worried observers outside the zone blanketed me with protective aura against the cold vacuum of warped space and time. They called to me inside the tube and struggled to contain the damage outside of it. Their hearts pulled me. Their arms shook me. Their love saves me.

I woke up and remembered it all.

Harry Potter: “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”

Professor Albus Dumbledore: “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)

In the kitchen as I mixed the medical potion that keeps Kyle healthy, we were still buzzing from the midnight show of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 2.” Kyle wore a radiant smile as he downed the elixirs. “They should do another movie where that one left off,” he hopefully suggested. “Nah,” I said. “That was a great run, but now it’s over. We’ll enjoy this and then find some new magic.” “Will that be about wizards?” the boy asked. “I don’t know, my boy. It will be different. There’s a lot of magic in this world.” I went on to give him some examples like the magic he brings into the lives of everyone he meets.” Kyle smiled in an almost embarrassed way. I do think he knows he flies quite a bit of magic through this life. “How about the love we all feel for Maddy? That’s magic, right?” Kyle was still smiling as he nodded. I thought about the other magic in my life, but I didn’t want to go all mushy on the poor kid. We hugged. I told him I loved him and to sleep in. No summer program tomorrow.

What’s the magic in your world?

The 7 mile Falmouth Road Race is six weeks from tomorrow, and today it took hard strides of mental toughness to get through 2. It’s a sloping mile out to Sandwich Road and some of the hills were daunting. Last night I advised a loved one to not look at their 35 year mountain of addiction, but instead at each step they’ll take to learn about it and eventually pass it by on their journey of sobriety.

Their journey… “It’s not the destination, but the journey,” is a cliche, but like any other, it is due to it’s simple truth. Only 500 yards into this mornings journey, jabbing bone pain visited my left hip. Attempting to walk off the ache, I dragged myself across 50 yards of doubt. Were my days of running over? Was the Falmouth RR a silly, unachievable pipe dream? Second gear reengaged and the run continued pain free. There were many points along the route that I wanted to quit, but as I looked down at the detailed unevenness and the cracked asphalt instead of the long, upward climbs, I replayed the advice given and heeded it myself.

Jay Farrar ran with me this morning. There are a few artists that always speak to me, and he’s up there on the list. He spoke this morning and I’ll speak it to my loved one later.

“After all this confusion is put aside
Finally gonna make it right.”

One day at a time.