the north

it’s hard to tell whether my swimming is progressing or digressing. i can swim further and longer, but also crookeder. for some reason when i swim from north to south, i feel as if i am perfectly aligned, but when i return from south to north, i  nearly veer into the next lane.  what does that say about me? perhaps this a question for the astro-cartographer.

I wonder what he would say. Maybe he would tell me this is all part of my spiritual journey. Maybe he would tell me to restrain myself from going so far south since i am having such a difficult time returning from it. it’s pretty much what happened during the year i lived in new orleans.  it is the north where i belong. i will just keep swimming further and further north until i am told to stop.

so if you happen to live in the south and you wonder where i went, now you know.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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