Remember The Turtle

I've been sticking my neck out for a long time on and off, looking for people that have been long lost to me. I'm much like a turtle encased in it's own naturally occuring fall-out shelter that it carries around on it's back, such is the life of a person born under the sign of the crab. If you ask me, it should've been a turtle. I make slow steady progress in my fearful manner as I blunder through. I tend to withdraw from intimacy by baracading myself within...and I eat a lot of lettuce.

I suppose in my thinking, it's because people that have passed on to the next level of consciousness have found a way to stay in contact with me in my earthly existence, so how hard can it be to find people on the same plain? REAL hard I'll tell ya!

Folks like myself tend to move around. At least I did move around, like a blind turtle. I've finally retired from the road. Once I found my Eden, I sank my roots as far as they could reach through the rich soil and watery pockets below. This place will remain untouched by shopping malls and time shares, and will remain lush and green as long as heaven weeps for mankind, It's what I had been searching for in my helter skelter wanderings.

The draw back to being a traveler is that you tend to be hard to keep up with. Most other people make the occasional move so if I didn't stay on top of my correspondences they slipped through my grasp and boy did a few really good ones slip away. That's why I have been more adamant about keeping my contacts and sifting through the rubble of my wanderlust for clues. Little tidbits of information that lead me back to the cherished friends of days gone past.
For some reason, I feel like I should at least send a postcard saying,
"Hey, you were a good friend I'll never forget. Thank you."
Nothing committal or worth committing me over.

I believe that everyone needs to hear now and then that their life made a difference, that someone is thankful that they are alive, and all was not for not. So I drop the occasional insane card to someone that is now a complete stranger just to make them feel valuable. Lord knows more oft than not the people closest to us neglect that need; not intentionally, it's just that we all take it for granted that those we love are aware that we love them.

So don't wait until you have to get tickets to the John Edwards Show to say "Hey, how ya doin? I miss you."

You may find out that someone values you as well.
You don't have to get mushy or anything.
6/14/2005 11:10 PM
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