ON THE ROAD AGAIN—AND I CAN’T HELP BUT THINK THAT ...

ON THE ROAD AGAIN—AND I CAN’T HELP BUT THINK THAT ...

If my magic wand’s ever-ready battery was actually real then with a wave of my hand, nothing could have stopped me from enjoying time with everyone I love on the coast; however, clarity concerning my brain’s waning production of long lasting levels of high octane energy highlights this reality:   My ever-ready energizer is a rechargeable battery, which, over these past few years has craved additional downtime to plug into a relaxed mental state of peaceful repose than had historically been true (and as this was the case on Xmas day, I’d felt need to rein in my ripened sense of readiness to be home a day before our leave-taking had been planned.

As today’s reflective awareness suggests that my craving for one-on-one time with myself (despite the fact that Will and I’d enjoyed another family funfest, extending over several days) I attribute my eagerness to spend a whole day riding sidekick across desert terrain quietly next to Will (who does not like long distance driving but likes riding in the passenger seat while I’m at the wheel, even less) as due to my brain’s need to mentally refuel.

Had you been a bird, perched on Marie’s festively decorated tree, you’d have witnessed the fact that any plan, asking my spirit’s main source of energy to offer up more than a quiet smile while breathing in Tony and Ray’s Xmas joy, would have required a real magic wand to wave over my head, because my processor is still transitioning away from suppressing subconscious anger, which has been resisting the reality of my age, toward graciously and thus peaceably accepting the fact that the days of fully re-charging my battery, over night, have passed.

Other than enjoying the boys’ fever pitched excitement while opening presents delivered by Santa, the better part of Xmas day proved pretty low key—and as low key is what depleted energy craves, my thought processor’s acceptance of our slo-mo pace felt buoyed by a grateful sense of grace.  On the other hand, feeling too lack luster to cavort merrily with my grandsons on Xmas Day, sees my present state of mind hovering over recent history when my low energy level was based in something deeper than advancing age.  Though my heart longed to enjoy time with my niece’s family and my cousin’s, as well, intuition cautioned me to relax whenever Tony and Ray were happily engaged with anyone’s mind other than mine, stimulating my ‘Merry’ Poppins spirit to wonder if the subconscious portion of my brain, which still keeps secrets from my conscious awareness, has sound reason to feel need to engage ‘soully’ with Me, Myself and I while ‘we three’ muster the courage necessary to bond so as to stand as boldly as one seasoned player on Life’s home plate, bat firmly in hand, eyes trained toward fielding whatever curve balls fate will surely pitch ever more frequently directly at my heart as birthdays of family and friends continue to layer up like blocks, which, having grown ever more fragile to balance with good health intact as each year lived is laid ever so carefully atop all of those that came before until each tower of blocks topples, one after another, suggestive of my current need to call forth and maintain every inner strength that Me, Myself and I have consciously worked to develop so as to defeat inner conflict from usurping control over my spirit’s sense of inner joy that longs to burst forth and express itself on a daily basis so gaily as to balance the darkening forces of reality, which recently speak all too often through my dark side as though attempting to snare Me, Myself and I into a trap with no escape hatch in plain sight—
Hhmm ...

Not going to happen on my watch!
And here’s why I believe that’s bound to be true:
Having successfully coached my sons to grow toward
Reacting like The Three Musketeers during thick and thin
I prove to be a patiently practiced straight shooter
While aiming toward achieving a host of long range goals, and
The goal that needs my inner strength of patience to
Emerge while all of my mental abilities transition toward
An attitudinal change for the better points toward
My injecting Me, Myself and I with the same tried and true
Three Musketeer Mentality that served to create
A strong hearted, quick-witted unit, made up of
Three men, whose enduring bond of brotherhood continues to
Successfully hold life’s darkest misgivings at bay, and just as
The intuitive portion of my processor served each of them well while
They'd worked, individually, toward establishing
The lasting foundation of their 'all for one and one for all attitude'
I believe the plan that’s attempting to shape up inside
My mind will draw forth those same inner strengths on
A daily basis until the intuitive bond forged by
Me, Myself and I strengthens so as to unify my powers, whether
They be housed in my subconscious, intuition or conscious mind, thus
Making sound use of every bit of my intelligence whenever need to
Wrestle inner conflict (concerning the aging process) to the mat proves
Necessary until reality and enduring joy walk the walk, hand in hand, which
I've just come to see proves to be my processor's current long range goal—not
An easy feat at this late stage of life, but definitely worthy of
The old college try at every stage of life—
Hhmm ...