BLUEBIRD SKY

 (Continuing – from February 19 posting – EXERCISE: START HERE)

Places without people are good for the mind. ~Anonymous

He had read this quote while clicking around online among various artists blogs while listening to Steely Dan. He had never heard people put cords together like they did. The song PEG was in his head all day long.

The sun came out and the weather was okay so he sat outside to receive the fresh air and to admire the birds. Bluebirds were arriving, bright blue flashes straight across the park where he sat in his jean jacket and aviators. He wore his hair straight back.

They shot like angels out from among the shadows of shrubs near the front of the building where the brick cooked warm in the afternoon sun. The shade of blue was so like the sky all around them, it gave the appearance they were being sewn in and out of the sky, puncturing it in waves and deep swoons only to be plucked out into disappearance, into sheer azure oneness with all of the surrounding pages of sky.

Anthony Reginald Silvestori grew up in his mother's Italian kitchen, he knew early mornings and hard work and lots of cleaning around the kitchen. He also knew how to make pizza crust and tiramisu and some of the finest calzone you could find in the US. And he would finish that with a few taps of cinnamon on a cappuccino you would come back from Cuba for.

These days he was trying to contour a more open, more socially aware, globally minded Italian bakery with not a hint of machismo, tough guy criminality, whether organized or no. That would be nowhere near the sauce, the rolls, the meatballs, cheese or with the wine!

Most of all Anthony Silvestori was an incredible host and so he certainly started to recognize the presence of our agent in place at his station, sketching away again today almost as a way to take his vacation without taking any vacation.

As long he was sketching the boat where the man was fishing, testing out different kinds of lures, drinking a beer and listening to the ballgame; as often as he was setting up a tent or building a camp fire or gathering wood from the forest or climbing a wall of rocks with a friend or Hammocking with Charlotte Hathaway from middle school at age 12 or scuba diving to put together an underwater photo shoot for National Geographic… Well, you see what I mean…

When the Journal rejected his essay what he heard them hollering back to him deep down was this:

You had your run at defining THE REAL TRUTH. We just simply find it way too far to go for the church… We invite for you, with love in our hearts, a return to the basics. Yes, the doctrine of sin is exactly where you need to be for a while, a little while longer it seems to us. Again, we say this with love in our hearts.

We encourage you to continue discerning God's best for your ministries. It is so important to understand GRACE, as you know the church remains committed to the sovereignty of God, the sexuality of Adam and Eve, the authority of Scripture,… Yada yada, and we would ask for your trust and humble recommitment.

A good part of this was of course much removed from their true position. He had not read the letter carefully. It was mostly about the poor timing of course. But also, some of this was true… Everybody knew that. It's just that nobody ever really came out and said so. He would continue to think about writing back or positing a better time or restructuring for the essay. But for now he would let it go.

It was a lucrative day with Uber but he was feeling tired and happy to be home to unwind.

Goodness, how could a whole week have gone by already?

Listen to this one Zoe, Can magic mushrooms Heal Us? And how do you pronounce: Psilocycbin.

He looked over an editorial in the times. His head rested on one arm of the leather chair and his legs over the other.

After trying mushrooms the author of the article says, I became more legible to myself. What do you imagine that means, Zoe?

Did I tell you Anthony gave me a free cup of coffee today?

He's pretty nice. He went on and on:

One of our faithful, right here – ladies and gentlemen! Let's give it up, for the writer man!

When I was a kid I always wished I had more Italian friends.