Monday, May 23, 2011

Camel in My Closet

Apr'11 - Southlake, Texas Art Festival (Artist: DaNisha)

May 22, 2011 – Grapevine, Texas

This morning I found the camel with my karma sound asleep in one of my closets. Mad at me. Again. It had taken me days, possibly weeks to notice he’d gone missing.[bxA]

“What are you doing in here?” I turned on the light.

“What does it matter?” his sulking eyes spoke.

“You know I can’t help this, right?” I defended. It was the first time in a long time I had a moment to catch my breath. I did not feel like having this discussion again. So I didn’t. He’s still hiding in the closet. Or resting, as he says. I’ve worn him out.

Acclimating to the plugged-in, high-tech, worker bee frenzy of American life is like juggling on a unicycle while peddling across a tightrope. I can’t remember why anyone would ever want to be so busy doing so much. But everybody does.

I can’t keep up.

Emails, Facebook messages, Wall posts, blog posts, Skype chats, and even good old fashioned letters in the post pile up with the simple loving inquiry: Where are you and what are you doing?

I rarely respond and never answer the question, but it’s pretty simple:

I’m in Grapevine, Texas, working at my new C R A Z Y job, settling into my apartment and trying to make amends with the camel with my karma. He wants to know why I ditched him in Beirut last August and what I was doing all those months he couldn’t find me.

It has all been such a whirlwind; I don’t even know where to begin…