Envie de glisser...

avec le temps qui ne fait que passer,
sans jamais s'arreter,
Autrement, je me noie dans des pensees
profondement grises, depressantes et ameres.
Le temps, le temps, jours qui m'effleurent,
annees qui me tourmentent,
tout s'efface, la bonte comme l'affront,
La gifle comme la carresse.
Des fois, j'ai comme envie de faire marche arriere,
revivre tout ces moments qui me semblent
avoir glisser entre les doigts,
surfer toute mes vagues,
Dire je t'aime chaque fois qu'il le fallait,
sans arriere pensees, sans compromis,
qu'il arrive ce qu'il arrive...
Glisser, tomber, suivre la courbe de ma vie,
qui se brise et s'ettend,
entre ecume et infini,
entre sables dore's et horizon lointain,
debut et fin,
Tout se repete.
Tout se repete,
Entre Shiva et Shakti,
une flamme de vie dance,
m'attire, me consume,
inperfection que je suis, chair et reves inaccomplis,
Elle me prends, me defait,
en matiere primaire, en desirs elementaires,
et avec ca, une petite etincelle jaillit entre doigts divains et sanglants,
Soudain, l'envie revient,
Envie de glisser,
Envie d'aimer,
Chaque vague qui s'ettire et se courbe,
entre sable dore's et horizon lointain.

Unfortunate accidents...

Happen every now and then. And when they do, all we can hope for is that the recovery is quick and that our lives aren't too shambled by whatever befell us.

Two days ago, I entered a Copps supermarket wanting to fix myself a little meal at the salad bar and ended up getting more than I had originally hoped for. Yes, somehow, I slipped and fell inside Copps as I stepped on a large puddle of water that seemed to be coming from a leaky cheese cooler. The result was a visit to a nearby ER, a tetanus shot in the leg, a painful wrist and a stitches on my upper lip.

Two days past, I am still waiting to hear from Copps, or at least from their insurance company regarding what I am supposed to do about my newly incurred medical bills. I remember giving my contact information to the store's director, prior to being taken to the hospital. I recall, a few hours later and while still under the effects of a facially administered anesthetic, a brief recorded phone conversation with some insurance representative who, having called me from an unidentifiable number, managed to end her interrogation without leaving me any means for reaching her.

Now, and maybe I'm too involved in this affair, but I somehow feel that kindness has been thrown out of the equation. Empathy has been discarded, or at least constrained. The Copps store director could check on me, if for no other reason than in consideration for the generous amount of blood I left in his store. What if I have concerns? What if I have questions? No, the insurance company has been notified. After all, this is exactly why insurance companies are heftily paid. Meanwhile, why not ignore the victim, and move on with business as usual?

So, thank you Mr. Director of the Copps supermarket, at 3650 University Avenue. I truly appreciate how you are handling this one. No, in fact, allow me to extend my gratitude to Copps Corporation and Roundy's for their very-far-from-satisfactory policies on accidents such as the one I have been a victim of. Thank you for showing how much you care about this particular patron's well-being.

But worry not, Mr. Director, I will recover, although I'll have a scar to remind me of this unimportant accident. Yes, I can't wash my face and hair for a few days, per the doctor's directions, but I will somehow come to laugh about this whole debacle, right?

Be well, and watch out for slippery floors.

Summer blues...

Too much heat. Too much humidity. Otherwise, the midwest is often a world of sky-tearing storms. Beneath, I tend to feel incomplete, riddled with empty spaces. There is heaviness within, as mine is a fertile ground for the negative. Boredom has settled in, and books continue to fail me in undoing this curse.

A while ago, I was elsewhere -Asia. But, I was also in Madison, caught between the opposing polarities of where I physically was and where my heart still lingered. Tension made for busyness, made for liveliness, as I navigated through unknown and uncharted environments. India aimed to challenge, or perhaps, it was I who wasn't ready for what millions of gurus and tenfold as many devotees had to offer. Whichever the case, In Asia, there seldom was room or time to indulge in boredom.

Today, in Wisconsin's capital, Madison, I stand at a crossroad, unable to decide which way I should go, starring into the distance, as if lost in a state of helpless stupor. Meanwhile, life goes, music, concerts, fairs, and more bike paths than I might want to explore. Children are playing in the parks, amidst flower-patterned dresses blown by a warm wind, in a world of white doves, bouncing bunnies, active chipmunks, and dancing butterflies, all of it moving to the symphony of a hundred chirping birds, and the whisperings of a thousand trees.

Life is beautiful. Yet, I fail to connect. I hope these words remind you that beyond personal human anguish, beauty is awaiting.

Be merry, if you dare.

At the crossroads, unable to choose