Monday’s Music Box: Changes, Fortunes, Misfortunes and Circumstances

Our world is turned on its head.  We are reinventing ourselves.  We are reinventing our Selves.

We are closing–after less than a year and a half–the doors of our beloved café.  It is for good.  We want to believe it is for the best.  For us all.  This was a dream whose time was not now.  The cost was too high.  We have no more to give.

We are closing–after over ten years–our catering business.  This has been our world.  This has been our life.  We are tired.  We are getting old before our time.

We are moving, as well, our home.  We are down-sizing.  By a ratio of seven to one.

Our world is turned on its head.

We are frightened but we are also excited about new beginnings.  More time together. More time to pursue what really matters to us, what we truly value in our selves as persons.  Our art.  Our words.  Our music.

We are ready for a new life.  We are ready for new lives.

So….

No music this week.  Words instead.

This story has been much on my mind.

We all live in a cloud of unknowing.

At times, this becomes much more apparent.

(Many thanks to juntamng for sharing this story.)

 

 

 

Witty-schism, 2/22/14 — getting carried away

My mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.

“Getting carried away is what it’s all about. The story is a story about getting carried away by the story, but who’s getting carried, and who’s doing the carrying?”