Like A Juggler's Dream

I've been practicing my juggling. I'm just now incorporating a fourth ball and it's going really well, I think.

My mother bought me my first juggling balls for my 21st birthday. I'd made a list six months before of things I wanted to accomplish in the next four years and juggling was one of those things. I thought I'd just master the basic three ball juggling moves and be done with it, but it was so much fun, I couldn't stop. It's been a few years now and I have a few tricks up my sleeve. It has definitely become something I'll probably stick with for a while. Juggling makes me happy.

My friend, Michael, in Golden, Colorado, is a compulsive song writer. He's of the Beatles generation (in fact, he claims he knew them, the Beatles, and was friends with John Lennon... I'm actually inclined to believe him. His stories were epic.) Every day I knew him and asked what he was up to, he inevitably replied that the muses wouldn't let him be and he was writing like a fiend.
I jokingly asked him to write a song about me and we laughed it off. He did. He brought it in a few days later, and it's one of the most beautiful gifts I've ever recieved. It's only words, I need to find music to accompany it, but it's overwhelming how much I love it. Maybe I'll post it here one day.

He coined the phrase "like a juggler's dream" in my song, and in doing so, he described my life with absolute accuracy. Many ups and many downs, with perfect moments in between. Perfect weightless moments.

Perhaps my passion for juggling is really just a passion for those hundreds of little perfect moments, orchestrating them and holding them in my careful hands.