So suddenly I am craving activity, busy-ness, discovery. It is as if I am afflicted with a gluttony for living life LARGE.
The wild Sagittarian in me is kicking to be let loose, to taste adventure, to devour time. I have these strange urges to try new things, to reach up and touch the sky.
Obviously I am losing my marbles!
You see, for the first time in my life, I am seeing someone die of cancer. If it is true that it saddens me, it is also true that it is not upsetting me. How can I be upset when I see a rightful possession being returned to its Master?
Isn't the body's cataclysmic disintegration meant to release a beautiful creation of this world: the human soul?
Yes, I am losing my marbles!
My body is greedilly clinging to creation while silently my soul is reaching out ... for the Creator.
(NB: I had to re-edit this post! Instead of writing "losing my marbles", I wrote "losing my pebbles"!!! Proof enough that I AM losing my marbles!!!)