Still in the Flow and I'm Low to the Ground

Cheeseburger Salad

My sister always plays uplifting music to set the tone for a celebratory day.  That makes so much sense.  She always had so much more common sense then me. Me, I tend to go straight for the songs that cut right through my gut and bring up the tears from way down deep inside my core. The tears that dried up years ago.  I've been considering this style and I have come up with logic.  This is my gittin' place.  Here in the depths, I collect various information about life, the more complicated ideas that tend to be a little sad but when unwrapped open up a whole world of science and information for my growth. I store these in a giant walk-in closet in my mind.  Song lyrics, a sad chord, movie lines, something someone said once way back.   I like coming here to hunt and gather but I need to get out quickly before it pulls me in.  The floors are like quicksand.  The air is dense.  There are traps.  And it's all real.

I don't always make it out unscathed.  I guess I still think it's worth going if I can come away with fuel to move ahead in some positive or creative way.  Great musicians talk about drug and alcohol use providing this same tool and they too have either stayed too long or drown in the room.

A cheeseburger patty laid on top of cool dressed herbed salad.  This is about the opposite of heavy and dismal.  I make food to express the joy and lightness that fills my heart.