don’t hang around, kid

“Jenny said when she was just five years old there was nothin’ happening at all.” — The Velvet Underground

I know the feeling.

Coming to this sacred blog space, it’s Monday night, and (in my writer’s mind) there’s nothing going on at all. Hmmm….I did the 8am meditation group – it’s lovely name White Heron Sangha – and got a Starbuck’s coffee right after. Looked around on line a couple hours for other places to exist, drove over to Avila Beach and walked the lovely Bob Jones Trail, ate something back here, took a nearly ice cold shower (not on purpose), did laundry. Now it’s 6:30, I’ve been watching a YouTube documentary on all-girls groups of the 60’s, the over-there guitar is winking at me – oh, I did some Duolingo Spanish before the hike – the guitar’s winking as in, “Like Bro, you showin’ up or what?”

And there’s no post for 12 hours from now, so I come here and quote The Velvets ’cause that says it. Nothing (upstairs) happening at all. Last week I was hiking the Johnson Ranch trails and out of nowhere the Sam Cooke song, “A Change Is Gonna Come,” sweeps into my head, and I know it’s true, and it ain’t The Velvets and it ain’t not The Velvets too. Yeah, dig it.

So, feeling sort of homeless amidst all this nothing going on, the planet kind of hades in a handbasket, there is this:

“Despite all the amputation you know you could just dance to the rock and roll station.” — The Velvets ( with perhaps Sam Cooke, heavenly tambourine).