I Just Don't Show It

"I hurt easy, I just don't show it.
You can hurt someone and not even know it."

(Bob Dylan, "Things Have Changed")

The show is put together.  Now there is the writing about it to be done.  I thought it might be easy for me--ha!  I have gone too long and too hard at menial tasks while trying to work at this as well.  Now I am spent.  It took me all afternoon yesterday to write a simple letter of recommendation, and in the end, it read like a freshman composition.  I haven't had much for the blog for awhile, either, just the old complaints that everyone has when they feel at the end of their string, the familiar "poor me" whining made to sound tragic when it is only whining made less common by the silent suffering of better people.  I think about this, truly, and consider what to do.

But the better weather has lasted all week and the air is beginning to look richer.  If I can steal some rest--some real rest where I think only about what immediately surrounds me--the gears may realign and reengage.  Restoration.  There is much to be done.

Dylan is coming to town to a small venue.  I realized it too late, though, and now scalpers have all the good tickets at incredibly inflated prices.  I will have to pay three times the going rate if I want to attend the concert.  And I do.  I will.  I can write it off on my spiritual income tax as part of The Restoration.  Deals.

Be careful what you say and do.  These are delicate times.  We all hurt people without knowing it, but try, at least, to avoid the deliberate cruelties.  They are too much with us.