December 24, 2004


  • Christmas Eve in Dreamland (Lake View Cemetery).  In the distance is Garfield's Monument.  The single set of tire tracks are mine. And I just got done running a crunch-aching 3.5 miles.



    On the ride toward home from Dreamland, Christmas Eve.  I was born under the sign of the Sun.  I am precisely inexplicable to Astrologers who do not allow for such an interpretation.


    A stranger I happened upon on my Christmas Eve sojourns (after sunset, still fuzzily homebound - stopped for Christmas cheer) earnestly invited me to a Christmas dinner. Gonna have a duck, a goose, a hen, and roast beef.  I will be there in spirit - even as I  sit, sun-kissed, in meditation - finding my way.

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