ABOUT the gossamer threads

it goes like this ...

"you might have heard my footsteps echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind - I might have even called your name as I ran searching after something to believe in... across my dreams, with nets of wonder..."

I found that it is exactly that searching for something to believe in that gets us tangled sometimes in our own nets of wonder.

We find romance, and we lose it. We spend years in schooling, but did we learn any real answers. We might eat two or three times daily, but tomorrow we are hungry, still hungry.

The elusive butterfly which the song is named for, flies above the fairy tales and the lies

But before wings evolve, …are the seasons of growth

We chase the bright elusive butterfly because it has mastered the metamorphosis.

I think it was the 80's when I first heard the song.

It stayed with me like a warm memory one can still feel but not quite name

and lingered like the love for someone who maybe isn't there anymore, but a part of us can still feel the presence.

I went through the stages .. unknowingly

Dreaming the caterpillar dreams of flying, but falling flat on the floor next to the bed, smack. Getting up, dodging daily the perils that can smash little crawling grubs

Eventually, seeking refuge and rest and a release from the gravity of the world I spun my little cocoon and hung out for a while upside down. A change of view can work wonders.

After a time one dares, has the impulse to maybe ... to split the chrysalis and find one's wings

Now, looking back to the singer Bob Lind and the song of the 60's and all the elusive players and gossamer ghosts that called out my name in days gone by, during the larva stages of dreaming to fly

Now I am calling back

and calling up, calling out and recalling all whose footsteps ran through the open meadow and echo still through the canyons of my mind.

And...

I am calling you

Helloooo out there......