Shadow Puppet Storyteller

Moving

Half a week ago, Friday, I walked in under 45 minutes to catch the 7am bus to work. Then, it takes close to an hour and a half to arrive at work on that bus line. The word MOVING is rather stuck in my thoughts. That word can be used to describe several kinds of change of scenery. Today I realize that it also can be an emotional change of scenery.

Realize I need a good pair of shoes about every three months to keep myself moving (otherwise I am prone on the ground too often, unable to get up effectively from the ground, or just sensitively and all-around "grounded" from the usual flight patterns. All that to say, this is good.

Another permutation on the word, MOVING: one of my loves, MOVIES.It makes me thing of those that I obsessively collect, which includes the story of the first one I had available to own that I could not afford, and had to get financially rescued by my dad when I was first out "on my own." Financially, MOVING also connects in when I think of bank accounts; how I have used them and how it often feels like how they've abused me.

A way to keep physically capable of MOVING as I age is a bike, stationary or otherwise adapted so I can ride freely. I find it funny that i can finance a car or even a vacuum, but not something for my health.

Now my notes mention FAIR (and the lifetime stories of "What is fair?")and SMARTIES -- which I know relates to a teacher's recent post about packing for her book signing, and tagging me in that post. [Go look it up if your my FB friend and are a good detective.] And one more note from this past week is wondering aloud how was I taught not to be racist, while knowing someone born in the generation of my children can still hate enough to kill.

As with several of my blog posts, the thoughts I place here are fragments, yes, and one day I may have to expand on their intended fullness.