Treasure Maps, GPS, Liahona!

Whoosh! Tie o’ the Day is a Jerry Garcia. Shirt is a Quicksilver from about a decade ago. We aren’t clashy today. We’re dashing! And not through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh. We are just wearing the dashy tie!

This get-up has been a practical choice for a day of erranding in Deltassippi’s “uptown” district. When you are in a hurry to get stuff done, and don’t have time to engage in a zillion conversations with every human being you’re gonna run into at the store or bank or post office, etc., you wanna wear garb that doesn’t scream for outside commentary. It is impossible to muffle definite clash. And when you are in The Sublime Clash Fashion Zone, people have a tendency to flock to interact with you.

As I’ve mentioned before, I am happiest as a loner/hermit. Attention is not what I seek. But also, Clash/Flash R Me. Clash feels like the right skin for me to live in. (I kinda wish I could be invisible and wear distracting ties that are only visible to me, in my own invisible-ness.) The quest for both flash and solitude is the enigma I inhabit. Being true to who I am requires that I find a way to navigate these two divergent paths in such a way as to make them one.

Nobody’s alone in this venture. Melding the totality of all the turns and corners we are, is what we all have to do. We live in infinite binaries. Think: work/home; public/private; individual/community….and on and on.

I think Robert Frost got it not quite right about those two roads that diverged in a yellow wood. You can’t choose just one road. Some roads choose you. To live your life, you somehow have to take both roads, and then some more. You even have to pave a few. And that’s what makes all the difference.