February 5, 2009
Who cares?! Me?! What do I have to say?! TRANSITION - A Glorious Image With the lights off, I waited. This  long and laborious trip into the mountains has me saddled firmly in the passenger seat of a Nissan Altima. We  came to our half way point. With a safe/free return home being our only destination…I waited for the drugs. She stumbled from the shabby, wood-paneled home. Dead deer littered her front yard and her fingers held on tight to the handle of her wooden cane. I saw them both talking anxiously. Protocol-talk of distant family. High altitude conversation. The driver’s door pops open and on my lap a happily tossed and double sized yellow-orange cylinder is thrown on my lap. It is full of painkillers. I took a picture of myself with a camera phone moments before either one of them came outside. I noticed that if I turned on the overhead light…a glorious image appeared. I just had to gaze in it’s direction. ….SNAP! Ram Dass said a true yogi could run upon light alone. Here I was, years before I read my first Ram Dass book, waiting to score copious amounts of narcotic pain killers.

Who cares?! Me?! What do I have to say?!

  • TRANSITION - A Glorious Image

With the lights off, I waited. This  long and laborious trip into the mountains has me saddled firmly in the passenger seat of a Nissan Altima. We  came to our half way point. With a safe/free return home being our only destination…I waited for the drugs.

She stumbled from the shabby, wood-paneled home. Dead deer littered her front yard and her fingers held on tight to the handle of her wooden cane. I saw them both talking anxiously. Protocol-talk of distant family. High altitude conversation.

The driver’s door pops open and on my lap a happily tossed and double sized yellow-orange cylinder is thrown on my lap. It is full of painkillers. I took a picture of myself with a camera phone moments before either one of them came outside.

I noticed that if I turned on the overhead light…a glorious image appeared. I just had to gaze in it’s direction. ….SNAP!

Ram Dass said a true yogi could run upon light alone. Here I was, years before I read my first Ram Dass book, waiting to score copious amounts of narcotic pain killers.

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