Misfits, Anon.

That would be me. That would be this Fool mincing along the edge of the precipice. When things are beginning, that is all one can see – that beginning leading to another & so on. There comes a time when I realize I am re-remembering things; I am repetitive? Am I then redundant?

Does it matter when no one acknowledges the pull of the moon, too?

I live as close to the ledge of make-believe as I can. Dreams come true. Tiny wishes are generously granted, often unprompted. I have one cause for Thanksgiving. I am investigating myself more in an effort to find out how & why I am here, I came to be, etc.

I feel as though I’m in a playground after an extended spate of serious trekking. That over-the-Alps-Trail led to some plastic ballooned exaggerations of a slide or swing set. I have walked down an Alpine lane which led me to another ending, then? This happens & more than once in this life.

Why do I look to history & not consult my own?

It is trying out some things new, over which I breathe in twice before I tackle. I have always tackled writing it & feel practiced at this. I want to take a lead & share that which is helping me now. It’s a moue to that which has kept me sane in background, an arrow in my quiver to be deployed as useful.

I need practice in, like “Where exactly is it I go?”

I step in & out of lives like I recall playing “Go in & Out the Windows” or “Umbrella Steps.” The games I played were all about hurry up & wait. Early grooming? No wonder it can feel repetitive, dancing in the same footsteps. (Traveling this with someone who has witnessed it for you before is most helpful & I finally have Forever Friends, just none are local.) But I enjoy this reality as it works & grows in power & effect for me.

Traveling holidays alone is a repeat of Times Before & made tolerable by these. Early angst loses steam in favor or just get some tinfoil turkey so long as there’s mashed. Who can get excited? Later I will break bread with others.

Yet, the meaning of Thanksgiving has softened somehow as has its messages to individuals. It’s meant to be a time of looking at life – counting acorns if you will.