Today I’m none the worse after wrestling with restlessness and wordlessness for a few days.  Oh, what a mouthful!  I’m trying to make up for lost time.  I mustn’t be too gleeful. I could be sent back into my silence in a nano second. You know how these things can happen.

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Being lost and wordless in my desert is not a bad thing. I feel like Charlie Chaplin in a silent movie. I’m toddering around, swinging my cane, trying to tap my way out of the black and white landscape. How is it that I am trapped here? Help! Let me out.

I wonder if this was how Robin Williams felt. But somehow I don’t think he was ever trapped.  I do not feel he is dead. His laughter and energy are surrounding and healing us – as always.  Can you feel him? He is beaming his comic smile down from Ork. He has found his way home. He has lived a full life here. Can we say that about ourselves?

It’s good to kick up my heels, swing my cane and tap out a few words. It’s warming to come in from the black and white. The colours are that much more alive and vibrant. They jump at me and wakes up the senses. They fill me up. Would I have appreciate them so much otherwise?

Bring out the banners. Bring out the trumpets. Bring out the wine. Let us blow our horns and celebrate life and all its phases faces. They are worthwhile, whether sad or glad. There’s good that comes from each. To Life!