The Sufi tradition contains the idea that each of our souls has come down here from some other place and will, like the Prodigal Son, eventually develop a desire to go back:
“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober.
A am tumbling from the chair in the salon waiting on my new color to penetrate the hair shaft. That might be the first time ever I’ve used the words” penetrate” and “shaft” in such an innocuos manner. I hope innocuous is the correct word. You get the idea.
Anyway, a new color and this dear girl is going to fix the buster brown - little dutch boy thing I did to my hair a few weeks ago! After this I am going in search of of a pedi!
but I’m heading back to the country.
I am going to rent a lake house. It’s totally secluded and in the middle of nowhere but I am sitting here in the middle of one of the largest interstate interchanges in the country, surrounded by the masses, completely exposed by height and huge windows and I still feel out of touch.
Not to mention, there is craziness going on here that I don’t dig and nothing works as it should.
(except the internet which they revamped while I was away and now it’s flying! go figure)
anyhow, the view is about to change quite a bit. i hope to journal it here.