I'm lucky, I know, and very thankful for being here, listening once again to Mexican music played loudly, and the ever-present roosters and dogs.
There's also the ocean, pounding and roaring relentlessly, where I rejoice and stretch, and sing my song "The Rolling Ocean" (written on this beach in 2013, and on my soon-to-be-released CD). There's food and colour, and other people walking past you and saying "Hola" to everyone they meet.
Just can't help feeling good....
So today, I remember watching the second hand on my watch go by, and counting every once in a while, 1-10. That was fun.
Or doing some little tightening exercises while sitting on the sand, or straightening my shoulders so they're not curved around me like the Toronto City Hall.
Or lying back, listening to birds, and reading Maya Angelou's book "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings". (and I know why the uncaged bird sings, when I hear the sweet real-tweet sounds). I read a line that makes me weep, quoting a woman in Angelou's story who tells the young Maya that "Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with the shades of deeper meaning." I weep because it's so good to hear someone else confirm, albeit after the fact, what I try to do with the lyrics of my songs. It's also what a poet is going to be doing when she recites two of my songs at the benefit I'm organizing for May 5, 2010. More about that later.
But here, in the sunshine, undoing is a more precise description of what I'm doing.
Last night I was at the beach at sunset where it was just like this video I took a few years back. Time doesn't exist, people don't change, in the everlasting glory of the ocean's playground, and in the light of my lovely friend, sunshine.
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