The first few hours were spent filling out an endless sea of forms for my name change. I've put it off for over three years now because I knew I would have to deal with all this legal / court b.s. and honestly, it was as bad as I expected it to be. Soul destroying is not hyperbole. But it's done, and the process is underway. More on this as it develops, of course.
A bit of light returned in the middle of the afternoon, as a very strong image came in a daydream, of my lighthouse, and an empty place setting by a window, overlooking the sea. I understood, instantly, that it was the seed for a poem, and I wrote it in under ten minutes ...
I've set a place at the table for you
Maybe we can have a drink when
you return, and you can tell me
about the things you've seen
I've thought about sending you
a message in a bottle, or maybe
standing vigil atop my lighthouse
but I've moved so many times
and assumed so many names
that you would never find me
and I wasn't willing to risk that
these words would never know
the pleasure of being loved by you
So I'll just sweep the floors and
polish the silver and wait for you
to walk down this long road
past the sheep and the goats and
the cases of unused bottles
Words by TLQ - 03.02.13 (409pm)
As close as that made me feel to my absent Muse, it was a short lived peace, as I had to fire up the jazz hands for a kirtan gig at the 'Seed. Ohhhh, how desperately I don't want to play there anymore. But you know that. I was barely functional driving over there, and was not very open to BA, Mark, Kimma or our fans, which I feel a little bad about, but honestly, this gig was about survival. I barely made it.
There's more I could say, but I'll save it for tomorrow, when I will undoubtedly be in a better mood. Good night everyone.
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