wanderlust dust

last nite, i acquired the challenging new task of transporting all of the salt and pepper shakers back to their homes in the dining room. as i carried the tray off the salt and pepper processing table, i heard the vicious clinking of glass and the reflective surface of the shaker tops threw blinding rays of light around my skull as they bobbled about like corn stalks in a summer breeze. i began to anticipate a most salt and peppery disaster, much to the entertainment of all, i’m sure. i quickly reminded myself that the moment i think of it, is the moment they will fall. (a parable i desire to utilize more freely, but lack the capacity to do so.) I recalled my spirit animal guide, who i met on a pyschadelic beach one sunny day with an old friend. a deranged gull of sorts, with missing feathers, a broken wing, and the most awful, raspy squawk. it appeared to have fallen from the sky, perhaps a victim of aerial gull to gull combat, or maybe it just passed through a cloud of thorns. after recovering from a shameful landing, it ordered us both to follow it across the swirly purple sands towards the sunset.
and this is what i thought about at work last nite, and before i knew it, i’d followed that bird right out the door. as i was deciding how i would contaminate my body for the evening, i wondered where i was being led to, and who i’d meet along the way.