ST147 ... it's all so beautiful...

a tiny story about Jeff

‘It's all so beautiful, somedays, miracles exposing themselves everywhere. A pine high wavering in the breeze, a humming bird humming thru the wind catching a whiff of a scent from a bent branch presenting nectar from the end of a pretty flowers pistil vibrating for her trembling humming wings. It is all so overwhelming, so elusive, so tender and fierce and bold and mysterious’.

Somedays want to be forever, eternal. The mind has a different scope on things. Today is incredible, a day with nothing to say but hey, wow, that's something else, a dream slipping by in the magic of the air clear and safe.

Jeff was on his way towards a time in the storage of possessions. He worked at a space-rental service-company. Hundreds of different sized storage bins to-rent for peoples extras, between homes - stuff, collections, immortal matter in the shape of love.

Jeff lived simple, a few special small gifts exposed along a window sill and a small modest dresser. He gave away most of his sacred belongings years ago, as when he let go of his dear beliefs about almost everything…. that was the day time fell apart, the night of the crash, the moment she died.

He watched people come and go everyday carrying stuff to and from their containers full to the brim with stuff, stuff, stuff. They were pleasant enough most of the time, but consumed with thoughts of what to keep, what to discard, how to sell, where, endless time shifting, consuming, exchanging, re-doing, building back better and better, more and more and more between time trapped in entertainment on this, formulations and conclusions about that.

Life was good for Jeff, he had but little concerns. He weaved in and out of most peoples dilemmas like a fish in lucid cold water. What most people thought absurd he liked, what most people loved he thought absurd.

One day Jeff didn't show up for work. No one knows what happened to him. Some say he killed himself, others were sure he moved away, far away from everything. No one knows, ‘not even god’ someone said.

some think Jeff got on this bus… a photo found on a discarded devise floating along a slow-moving canal with his name etched to a sticker stuck….

“stories never end, they never really begin - not if eternity is real” jeff

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