#loastandfound

[tony-shelley-diarist]

The summer seems to be slowly making it’s presence felt, so around about this time every year, I assemble my book reading list from now (beginning of May) to (the end of September). This year I have delved into my old bookcase and dusted off some of my Cecil Roberts volumes. An English author, now by n’ large forgotten, this is not going to be an easy read. The language, the ability to say four hundred words when one would do, I’m hoping will not hinder the enjoyment of this difficult but brilliant writer.

[inhishandsbook-blog]

Enough

While at a cafe, directly under my apartment building across the street form the original Barney’s in New York City on  16th street and 7th avenue, where my father would take me to buy clothes as a young boy. I realized the symbolism of the location to my personal history. It was repeating itself in new but familiar  locations.  Enough with the books, enough with the practices they were becoming exercises in my routine. I had no real deadline, no one telling me OK now you have to take the test now. I knew this, I am a bright person, well educated, accomplished, and most certainly well read on the topic.

I just needed to find the sky captain to take my old bags and check them on a flight they would get lost on so I could find a new way.

What was I doing? All of this stuff I put my self through was not being put to use, it was misplaced knowledge of somewhat connected activities. I was not applying it to my plight in life. I was in pursuit of finding the happy me but I needed to create  the happy me. If it was to be, it was up to me, me, the single entity that needed to get it. What was distracting, preventing me from making it happen?  There I was, on the beach again  left with the common denominator, me!