serendipity (noun) a natural gift of making useful discoveries by accident; sagacity; Eric Scott Lane, a true warrior who lives with conviction and will be remembered as a visionary as he chronicles a life path of his TERMINAL ILLNESS that appeared with a vengence, unwelcomed and unwanted. It is about that which makes the human soul pure, LOVE, until the typing eventually stops and he returns to his creator.
Tuesday
tuesday 20.06
Today I sit anxiously awaiting a ride to the AIRPORT to re-experience Albuquerque and Santa Fe. After several days of rest and contemplation, I am traveling and I am excited. I accepted a phone call out of boredom and the energy or lack thereof, on the other end, re-confirmed my desire and need to travel to the four corners to gather what I can gather. Energy would be a gracious welcoming gift. The ability to just go is simply enough.
I am an original song that has been played by a cover band over and over. The styles have changed and the members have changed but the lyrics remain the same written, with passion on cardboard paper and sharpie marker, black.
I watched as the jets were directed to their resting spots in Dallas with precision knowing that my mind was ready for travel but my physical body had other manifestations that were to demand my immediate attention.
So, without hesitation we passed the airport not once, but thrice and made a b line for home were I now rest and hope to capture the energy and power of the rolling thunder and lightning streaks as the external energy shows her face with conviction and sometimes malice. It smells fresh and there is sometimes silence and I hear my breathing, labored a bit. I adjust the weakness of my fingers and that of my legs and shut my eyes occasionally as I am tired, physically exhausted and my trip to New Mexico postponed again with watered eyes and thoughts racing of what should have been as I think calendar dates for re-schedule believing there will be a re-schedule, but beginning to wonder altogether.
For today I am not physically feel well anywhere and the same was for yesterday and the yesterday before that and tomorrow here, looms with the occasional natural, unforced light of an approaching storm from the North and the West reminding me I am to be somewhere else enjoying myself. The phone rings and I wait to hear the message of those that wish me well as they put me in their thoughts and prayers and know their thoughts pure, as is their own thinking of my well being, with hesitation, as this pill is hard for others to swallow as well.
just a simple young man full of texasTALLtales that wants to be a rock-star and fly fish in montana with hip-high waiters, dry cigarettes and an unbroken bottle of aged port.
"my world is my playground, my canvas, and this my color wheel. A way to create, express and ponder as I walk about and sense my surroundings through my mind's eye.
Energy is constant and ever changing and sometimes colors muddy, but more often than not, in my world, a piece is complete. This is MY process, MY memory and MY gift. SERENDIPITY2006: the only piece that will remain incomplete
