reflection

AS I sit here, ready to leave the house and end up at my High School Reunion, I am having thoughts about all my classmates from those many long years ago. I won't remember or recognize so many of them, but i wish things were different and the years wouldn't exact such a toll on people, age and pain and just the strain of living and struggling in our chaotic multi-faceted world. I hope I come away from the night with new insights, wild stories that they will tell me. I have high hopes, like the Pink Floyd song, but the reality is I just hope somebody there finds me intresting enough to talk to me. I'll tell them about the 18 books I have written and all the experimental art and the hundreds of wildlife art pieces i have painted. I'll tell them how much i have changed since high school and the 80's, i'll tell them how i now find nature and love, precious. They might not care, they might just want to get drunk and forget the past. I don't really drink and maybe I'll just sit there and watch what happens. I'll go home and write more words and paint more art and then i'll dreams dreams about how i live in a jungle treehouse, above a clear pond with a cascading waterfall, macaws and monkeys chatter in the trees and i swim with fresh water dolphins.