we get to tell stories

Somewhat spontaneously on Monday I scrolled up and watched the movie “The Magic of Belle Isle” on the free, commercial’d Tubi streaming channel. Late morning through mid-afternoon, with fits and starts, around a limited lunch and a bit of recycling. Also, I think, while imaginging myself playing a sea-foam green telecaster guitar through my rather small Fender solid state amp – the music sweet and comforting, even as the pinky finger on my left hand sticks with arthritis.

I suppose I get touchy feely and everything whenever I find myself in the presence of “Belle Isle.” There is a gentleness and a poetry of language, a small, magical place where kindness and imagination share the lead role. Tears along the way, a feeling that grace is all about.

There’s something with this about trusting my intuition. Beyond that, trusting the spontaneous act. Some kind of intelligence deeper than my logical (!) mind. I for one do not mind calling it magic.

“Never stop looking for what’s not there.”