Feline Warrior

Dual topic night

Okay, I don’t actually have knitting needles. Instead, take away my poking-around-WP-files needles Thanks to Steven, I’m back up and at ‘em, but if it had been up to me alone, you’d be looking for smoke signals in the sky.

I’ve been listening to this song: “I’ll Find a Way” - Rachael Yamagata

And that video (see above link) just does something to me. The imagery, lyrics, her voice… it reaches inside me, as if touching a memory I’m not certain of.

This is in tune, really, with my mind lately. [No pun intended.] That underlying sadness that waves in and out is more in than out, but at least for today, I’m not viewing it as bad -or good, even- but it just is. It’s okay. And acceptance is key, you know.

So anyway, so much digression tonight– I am struck by the distance between people. We are more connected than ever before– in some ways. And then again, we are apart. My electronic gadgets keep me connected to those with whom I choose to be connected and at the same time keep me separated from anyone else.

It’s like a guest list: Only those on the list get in. Anyone waiting at the doors may or may not get so much as a glance. Unless, of course, it’s necessary in the daily flow of life. I see it in the way people drive (and since my daily journey is about an hour each way, I have plenty of time to observe!) and it makes me sad. People don’t want to just wait for 3 seconds while the car in front of them makes a left turn; they seem to need to zoom right up behind people in a way that at least I see as menacing: “Get out of my way, [fill in the blank with unpleasant words of your choosing].”

I wonder if we’re more disconnected than we are connected. Lately, that’s how I’ve felt. Not only for me personally, but in a very universal sort of way. So I grab my connections where I can; dig into the earth (yay, spring & gardening) to feel a connection to something way, way bigger than me.

Bedtime.