Saturday Bleeding Out
Metaphorically Speaking
Headless too - I’m always interested in what the Image Generator will do with my prompts! However, I am here in “The Bunker” on S Street NW in Washington, DC.
I’m going to write now a bit of what is happening within my head. Of course, there is an issue here between my ears. That’s where most of my problems form and where they also dissipate. I’m grateful that I have so many of you gathered here to witness my ramblings. I was at a picnic today where I was surprised to hear that some of my friends were aware that I’ve been doing a lot here on Substack. I go out of the door and film “The Passing Show” - I then retreat back into “The Bunker” and I muse.
What of it? Well, I’m not entirely sure - are any of us? Let’s back up a bit and look at how we got here. On May 3, 2007, specifically, just a couple of blocks from here, I met the then Lynn Ann Bush at “Beadazzled” - a bead store for jewelry makers. She had a semi-pro gig on the side called “Hanging By A Thread” through which she sold her creations. I figured it would be a fine place for us to meet. I like to say that I have been bedazzled by her ever since and it’s true. Were it not for her, I would not be, I’m convinced. She’s not the first woman about whom I can say that.
