wonder toy wrote:
Where did the cat go...? H looked cool.
My brother was born the same month of the same year as Bill and I attended his funeral today so I wanted that Bill Nelson sun today, for strength, wanted that waxing power from the sun "the one and only one," that Yang today. Needed it. I figured if I made Bill's sun my avatar today, I'd remember it during my waning moon moments, Yin moments.
Today ended with piper in full Scottish regalia creating multi-coloured clouds of sound with that octopus-looking thing.
At the end of the magically droning and squawking 'Amazing Grace', piper saluted me. Why me? Did I imagine it?
Was thinking a few minutes ago that one of the reasons I've always loved the sound of bagpipes, whether Scottish, Italian, Himalayan, etc., are the "wrong" notes and the wheezy deflation drone sags. The wrong notes I've come to realise are actually "surprise" notes.
Like life. Like death.