three random thoughts of Erik Satie as he sat intoxicated at Le Chat Noir in 1899

Dear BK,

“ would you
even
know if
you were
missing” oh my god! Probably not!
Half the time I don’t even know where I am to be missed in the first place. Oh I love these thoughts. Brava! H🌷

I feel the same at times. Sadly, so many people who are missing never become aware that they are missing making them miss out on their lives.
I recommend checking out the music of Erik Satie on YouTube.  I think you might enjoy it. He was quite a character.

hug/luv's,
buddhakitty.

"we wait at the end of the road and we don't know what comes next" most reliable to my life

I feel much the same at times. Thank you for your comments.



hugs,
buddhakitty.

We wait at the end of the road and we do not know what is to come next............as when you are hitchhiking as me and a friend of mine did years ago in the Maritimes.  A very  very very small place.  A few houses, a gaz place  at the end of the main drag ( a few blocks)  at the ''end'' of town.  Cars came by, we hoped for a ride, but all they did was turn back for another run at the main drag:  their fun on a week-end night......so we ended up walking miles and miles  on the Trans-Canada, traversing a forest:  at one point there was lighting in the distance:  very strange:  upon coming closer we saw that it was a  WWII Bomber...the entrance of an air force base.....not for us to mess with, so we just continued on our treck

Quite the adventure, Robert. Memories of such times are often made by the journey, not a destination.


hugs,
buddhakitty.