Enneagram Four

“Silken, sad, uncertain”…I think this is plagiarism, from high school English class.

Who knew it was really poetry, and not just a tired lesson?

Because the silken means it actually feels rather good. This would make me an Enneagram 4 today. I seem to be a different one from day to year, et cetera. I've been a 3, a 6, a 4, and an 8. If I could do the test at age 2 1/2, maybe then I could get a clear reading…At that age, a color test, a flower test, or have Thumperand Bambi, the Cookie Monster, the sun, Billy Goat Bridge, and the Monkey Song.

Any Hoo.

August soils settling. Compacting. It locks up your keys you've stashed in it, for lockouts. Good luck finding it! Ok?

I started here, actually, to share the beauty of the place. I was going to be an artist. Or a designer. I never wanted to “be” anything but delighted (I think this makes me an 8, ha ha). Under the sun, and with our tricolor, Ginger. And away from all that sad music.

Now, my main desire is to be on the roof. Not necessarily to be high, but in order to see. So can I just see, and be delighted? Why am I even in a body right now?

This body is going out to “do” in a garden, and “be” with my friend. Wish me luck. A lot of speed, several bridges, and many strangers lie in-between.

*from “The Raven”, by Edgar Allen Poe