Look at me. On the surface. And your impression might be.
That I live alone. Most of the time. But that’s not true. I live a deceptive
life. Really, I know how to live with myself. With my cat, Marcello. With my
Italian amore, Cristina. I’m connected to her. In meaningful ways. Daily. On
Skype. Or for periods in the flesh. In Sardinia. In Minnesota. Or traveling
together. In far-flung places. I live imaginatively, too. With my creator. And
with numerous spirits. Blend everything together. Proof. That I’m never alone.
Yes. Yes. I like my set-up. My life. Garrulous. Defined as excessively
talkative, especially on trivial matters. But at other times. Very, very
introspective. Addressing matters of the spirit. My mind remains
occupied. In reflective ways. Gives me a feeling. That I have time to savor.
The wonders of life. Does that make me blessed? --Jim Broede
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