The infinite possibilities

Every day has infinite possibilities.  I hope to make the most of mine!

I spent the last few days down in Eugene, mostly not doing much.  I did get some help with my computer, which I really needed.  I stayed with friends where there is an old graveyard nearby.  It's on a hillside and many of the grave sites are from some of the first settlers in Oregon.  It rained a lot, and It was cozy on the couch.  My face would become glued to the computer screen and my mind would float and drift around cyberspace like a lost balloon in the wind.  Occasionally I would 'wake up' and take a time out.  Even the rain would take a lunch.  Sometimes the rain and I would take a break together and I found myself walking outside to the graveyard with the sun peeking out.  There it was quiet.  I could come back into my body and be 'present' again.  I would stop and read the grave stones.  There were little signs with historic information about specific families or persons.  The blue jays were out mixing it up with the squirrels.  I found myself contemplating how many of these people came over in a horse and wagon, taking months, enduring all kinds of hardships, foul weather and illnesses.  I read their stories, and here were there bodies marked beneath the earth.  There is even a mausoleum down at the base of the hill.  It is open only one Sunday per month.  It was my lucky day.  It was Sunday and open!  I walked in and said "hello" to the man sitting behind the table with brochures of information.  This man told me stories of how unkept, overgrown, and dilapidated the cemetery had become when the masonic people abandoned it's care in the the 1980's.  How it became a homeless camp and fraternities would lower pledges down a rope from a rooftop window to spend the night in the mausoleum in the pitch black darkness..  

"Scary," i said to myself. "In more ways than one."

"Time passes so quickly," I thought.  

 Occasionally my iPhone would make a sound.. alerting me to the modern day, back to my computer, and back to this..

We only have so much time.  A person has the opportunity of one day, each day.  What can I do now to maximize my opportunities?  How can I create my life in the way that I'd love to see it?

I don't know why I play this (guitar) thing.  Sometimes I write a song and wonder if anyone is really going to listen to it.  I don't know why I have taken this road, because it's certainly not for money, or recognition, because I am flat broke in both of those departments.  I do it because there is some sort of magic in it.  I do it because it's a gift.  I have to believe in it beyond what anyone else thinks.  Songwriting and performing puts me in a spiritual place.  It's a creative path.  There is something very satisfying beyond money or recognition that coaxes me along.  There are so many possibilities out there.  There are 12 notes in the scale and 26 letters in the alphabet.  Other people are doing it, and doing really well, so why not me?  I'm thankful for my two feet and my arms and legs.  I got all ten fingers working now!  I had enough money to buy an americano this morning.  

Walking in that graveyard put things into perspective.  

Now that it's halloween and all.. it's the season of graveyards and cemeteries.  You can see this one here.  Get outside, it's beautiful!

FVV