Before I say more about that, I should make it clear that I've gotten used to her face, as the old song goes, and I suppose I like having her around. After all, she puts up with the worst of me and that's saying a lot.
But I'm trying to be philosophical today or poetic or maybe fantastical; is that a word, fantastical?
Today it's hard to get in touch with my spirit and I have to look hard just to see my astral body, lying in a heap on the River Walk, held down by the enormous wings that, on sunlit days, carry me above the clouds and put a smile on my face.
If you're thinking that the Genome is having a bad morning, then you're right. A bad morning isn't the half of it. Still, as I write this, I've just come out of 24 South, the caffeine emporium at the end of the River Walk in downtown Wilmington. Not the Wilmington in Delaware; it's the one in North Carolina that I'm talking about. Wilma to my inner circle.
Yes, I have a steaming cup of Jah's brew-ha-ha and I have a Spotify playlist streaming through my earbuds and I can feel my spirit stirring.
Did I say stirring? I should have said rising up on, let me see, how does it go? Something about stones of perhaps the dead past? Ms. Wonder will know. I'll ask when I get back home.
At any rate, stirring, rising up, defiant. More to the point, I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore. Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead! I'm breaking through the clouds and into the sunshine. I'll soar above the abyss!
I know what you're thinking right now. You're thinking, Genome! Be careful! You may not make it. Better to be calm, take it easy and enjoy your coffee. Remember Icarus.
But I've had it with taking the familiar path. I'm going to throw myself into the chaos of the unfamiliar. I've had plenty of experience navigating the quantum waves of uncertainty and right now I feel like a starship commander running an enemy blockade.
Amy!, Rev up the hyperdrive to warp speed and jump to hyperspace! We're going through!
I'll keep you updated regularly on progress. Check back often because I can't do this without you. You know that. Leave a comment so that I'll know you were here.
And before I forget, let me say that fantastical, is a word and it means strange and wonderful, like something out of a fantasy story. That's what I aspire to write; something strange and wonderful.
By the way, Ms. Wonder tells me that the phrase I was stumbling over is, rising on stepping-stones of the dead self. I know! If I'd known the exact phrasing, I'd have used something else.