The wounded flowers were dangling from the vine
I love the opening lyrics of that song which is "Ain't Talkin" by Bob Dylan. All of my blogs will have lyrics to open with, to set the mood and show where I'm at. Which at this point is the mystic garden and trying to prune the wounded flowers of my life. It's weird but a lot of times song lyrics just pop in my head and it's my subconsciousness way of telling me what is on my mind. They are like awake dreams and are weirdly insightful to me of where my head is at that time.
I'm in the process right now of reinventing my life(for the 10th time this year already) and having those doors swing open after the ones that close. I guess you don't realize there open until your already through them right. Well this blog is a door and whoever is out there I hope this will help you and help me. I'm going to write about my observations of life on the "Lagniappe" and talk about things that interest me from great new and old music to listening to Air Traffic Control and somehow tying that all together for us. So hello out there and I'll be posting again soon and then gasp start a regular schedule. I promise you this I'll learn as I go along. Always have
Harry Levy
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