Calmest of waters
Bluest of skies
A spot of land
To split them
To watch the day go by.
Having a successful marriage means making time to spend time together.
It’s hard when both of us work full time jobs and have other interests that fill up the time on the clock quickly.
With only 24 hours in each day, it is imperative to show that even though those things are important…..
They are not as important as we are to each other.
We have been showing our importance for each other for over 7 years.
Last night we had our Valentines date night.
Yeah…it was a week late but the calender doesn’t tell me what day in Feb. we have to celebrate it.
We strut to the strum of our guitars in good2begone land.
Our date started with a drive to our local historic 100 year old theater to see a live show.
An intimate acoustic evening with Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October.
When we planned to do this. I wanted it with all the bells and whistles that could possibly go along with it.
When we bought tickets online, we also got to purchase meet and greet tickets.
Which meant, before the show, we got to meet and greet the artist.
I’m not a starstruck paparazzi stalker kind of guy….
When you get the real chance to meet an artist that is inspires and moves you,
That doesn’t involve hiding in the bushes or breaking into the DMV records department,
It’s a win win!
We arrived at 4:30 to wait for the shindig to commence…..
In a line with about 100 other fans who wanted the same experience.
(Picture courtesy of new friend Mac Cochran, who has a group site on Facebook called “For the love of Blue October”, check him out on there. He and his family are headed to the next show in Denton, Tx.)
We were all escorted into the theater around 6, and down to the orchestra section in front of the stage.
Justin came on stage, sat in the chair, spoke to all of us for a few and then played a song that will be on the band’s new album that will come out in April.
He then invited all of us all upstairs to personally meet him, talk with him and get a picture and autographed poster from the show.
I got the poster, a tshirt, and a book of his lyrics and writings….signed…BOOYAH.
The name of the book….and his home recording studio- “Crazy Making”…..no wonder I’m a fan.
Like I said, I’m not a celebrity stalker. When I had the chance to speak with him, I told him I hadn’t seen a live show since getting sober. His show would be my first.
He shook my hand, said thanks, and asked how long I’ve been sober.
I said over 9 years. He smiled and said,
“I’ve got 4. It’s amazing isn’t it? Man, I hope you enjoy the show. It’s all about my journey. Thanks for coming and supporting me!”
After my wife talked with him and basically told him to write
“I LOVE YOU” on her signed poster we took a picture with him.
Here is her signed poster, along with a tshirt and Cd from the opening act, Tori Vasquez.
Who, by the way, is incredible. She played for about half an hour. Just her voice and an electric guitar. Definitely worth supporting!
We then, took our seats and waited for the show.
Justin came on around 9 and played for around 2 hours running through a sampling of the songs he had written over the band’s 20 year career.
The emotion and passion he puts into his craft is hypnotizing and emotional.
About halfway through the show, the mic went out.
Without missing a beat, he pushed the stand aside and finished the show without it.
Our date night finished around midnight…..Over 7 hours after it started.
A 7 hour date.
With the same woman I started it with.
I’m pretty sure this might turn into something special.
‘Look!’ said Merlin, ‘that is the sword I spoke of.’ And the King looked again, and a maiden stood upon the water. ‘That is the Lady of the Lake,’ said Merlin, ‘and she is coming to you, and if you ask her courteously she will give you the sword.‘
Excalibur The Sword– Howard Pyle,1902
Photo by good2begone
Mother Nature can be a bit of a bitch from time to time.
My guess is she has to show who is really in charge of it all.
She has gotten her “pissed off on” as we say in the country, as of late.
For me….it doesn’t seem real…..
I mean, I know it is, but seeing devastation on TV is still…..just watching TV.
Take this past week for example.
The number 1 story from every news outlet was the earthquake in Nepal.
As it should have been.
I can’t even imagine what it was, is, AND will be like to be there in the foreseeable future.
It is completely unfathomable to me.
In contrast, the number 2 story…..which was barely beaten out by the earthquake, was…..
Bruce Jenner announcing that he is a woman.
How that news effects anyone outside his circle of have to be constantly in the spotlight by just being rich friends and family is once again…..
Unfathomable to me. Completely.
But….this is America.
And on our list of have to do,
Keeping up with any and all things related to the Kardashian’s is much more important than pretty much anything else.
I have never even used the “K” word before this and my autocorrect knew what I was spelling before I did.
Anyway, I’m getting my pissed off on just thinking about the importance of celebrity in our society and have gotten off topic.
Back to my reality.
I’ve always wanted to witness a tornado in action.
Just watch a funnel drop out of the sky and destroy.
It has to be awe inspiring.
I don’t anymore.
We had one drop down in our area a few days ago.
That is an upside down boat dock.
That dock used to be in the water.
Those docks are heavy. Let me repeat that last word-
Mother nature picked them up and tossed them over like a game of jenga.
Lots of property damage, but luckily no injuries.
Once again, real life does for me what TV can’t.
The labrynth calls to me…..beckons me into its maze of bound backs and spines filled with stories from centuries long past and ones yet to be told.
Fantastic imaginative yarns weaved with words that speak louder with each page that is turned.
The labrynth allows journeys to the farthest corners of the earth and beyond. The only barrier being the limits of the imagination of the one who breaches it’s hallowed corridors.
One does not seek the labrynth. The labrynth seeks for the one.
Calling out in dreams that begs to seek the reality.
The labrynth has no address, no sign to announce it’s existence.
It is only found when the one seeks to follow it’s call.
The whispers begin at the back of my memory. A distant calling back to a time when when audible letters became words. Pieced together, they became sentences. Transcribed on paper and repeated through the eyes they became magic. Unleashing worlds and creatures that beg for existence beyond paper and ink.
Those whispers beckon the search for the location where imagination lies in print.
The whispers called to me.
The only rule of the labrynth is this-
To satisfy my hunger for the labrynth, the labrynth must be fed in return.
To keep the delicate balance of the mysterious labrynth in check, I must give my words in order to take someone elses.
I left my home as day was turning to night. Dark clouds began to roll in and shielded the blood moon from illuminating my way.
The whispers as my only guide. Leather satchel flung over my shoulder containing a bound portfolio of my minds work.
My cramped hands.
Stories created on this blog, casually listed under the menu section, transcribed from screen to paper using ink that flowed like blood once the process began.
About to be turned over to a place that I have never been to and will probably never find again.
In order to be fed…..I must feed.
The whispers grew louder as my journey wore on.
My head was ringing with interconnecting voices, accents, and language I could not decipher.
My eyes began to water and blur from the decibels the arose within my mind. I closed them tight to regain my focus.
As I turned a bend in the road and nearly collapsed from the weight of the drawing force within me……
I gripped my leather satchel with both hands until they became numb and then opened my eyes.
A single building with a single light stood before me in the darkness.
I walked up the few steps and cautiously rapped on the metal door.
The door opened.
A man who stood easily over 7 feet, looked me up and down and said,
“Welcome to the Labrynth…..we have been waiting for you.”
I walked past him and into the entryway of the labrynth. My first thought was he smelled of dust…..and time.
“I trust you have brought something of yourself to leave behind….” he asked.
I opened up my satchel and reached in to grab my portfolio.
The tall man stopped me and shook his head.
“You dont give to me, young man. You give to the labrynth. Leave it in place of the one you take.”
I quizzingly asked,
“How will I know which one to take?”
He smiled and replied,
“The labrynth knows…..the labrynth knows. Come. It is time.”
He walked over to 2 large oak doors that stood taller than he. He pulled them open revealing as many stories of books above as there were stories below.
A virtual skyscraper of books that reached into the heavens and to the depths of the underworld.
I tried to take in the massive inventory of bound words.
All I could manage was a gulp.
The man led me in and said,
“Take all the time you need. Find what has been waiting for you. Leave what will be sought. Exit through the door from which you came.”
I began walking through the catacombs. Brushing my hand against books that could very well be older than time itself.
Every type of script ever imagined.
Shelves upon shelves lined with books, manuscripts, stories, lives waiting to be awoken and explored.
I searched up.
I searched down.
I lost track of time and place.
Mesmerized by the centuries of print.
As I glided down a certain corridor lit only by candlelight, I was strangely drawn to a spine that seem to illuminate the closer I got.
My heart rate quickened, my fingers seemed to tingle as I brought the book out from the chorus line of the adventures that surrounded it.
Upon releasing the novel from its libraric prison, a soft but quite audible
was heard from somewhere deep in the labrynth.
I turned the cover toward me and shuddered when I saw the title-
With shaking hands I placed the book into my satchel and pulled out my portfolio to put in its place.
As I pushed it onto the shelf and released my fingers from my written soul another soft yet audible sound was heard-
Then all went silent.
The only sound was my footsteps as they were strangely led directly to the door from which I entered at the other end of the very corridor from which the feeding took place.
I walked out of the labrynth into the sunlight, which was overtaking the west and illuminating toward the other horizons.
I felt exhausted…..yet light on my feet. With my prize under my arm, I began to walk back to where my reality resided.
Stopping once to smell the bluebonnets, whose sight and smell were much brighter than I had ever imagined.
I stood up and opened my satchel. In the darkness of the case, the book that lay within, which bore the chosen name of my blog, seemed to tell me-
“We have such sights to show you……”
Is another story all together.
All photos taken by good2begone or Mr. B Gone, if you will.
Story created as a tribute to the ‘Cemetery of Forgotten Books‘ found within the pages of “The Shadow of the Wind” series written by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
The “We have such sights to show you” Quote taken from “Hellraiser” by Clive Barker.
GET YOUR READ ON
Norman Bates: …..No one really runs away from anything. It’s like a private trap that holds us in like a prison. You know what I think? I think that we’re all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other, and for all of it, we never budge an inch.
Marion Crane: Sometimes… we deliberately step into those traps.
Norman Bates: I was born into mine. I don’t mind it anymore.
Marion Crane: Oh, but you should. You should mind it.
Norman Bates: Oh, I do…
[laughs]…..But I say I don’t.
Quotes from Alfred Hitchcock’s “Psycho”
Image by good2begone.
“After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that… he is gone.”
Quote taken from the film ‘The Usual Suspects’. Spoken by Roger “Verbal” Kint, played by Kevin Spacey, speaking about Kayser Soze.
Image by good2begone.
“And so you haunt me. Always with me, you are the invisible diner at our table, the constant presence that trails me as I go about my daily routine…. In the darkness of a closed-lidded world, you are alive and vital, unchanging, mine. You are the ghost of everything that once was lovely… a shadow casts its majesty over everything that remains…”
~Samantha Bruce-Benjamin, The Art of Devotion
Photo taken and edited by good2begone.