Travelling at the Speed of Love

Love is faster than Light - I read that.

I thought I saw myself at the Atrium the other day. I was rushing and late for an appt. Adjusting my glasses, sure enough, there I was, looking back towards myself over my shoulder. The "old" me didn't recognize the "new" me. Not too surprizing - that I don't recognize myself these days.
Yep - it was definately me - not just a glancing look alike.

I suppose I have left more than a few ghosts wandering in the marbled corridors of Toronto's #1 trade route - The Eaton Centre. I'm certain it was the "me" that attended the San Diego Comic Convention in- in - um - when was it? Well anyways, I recognized the linen pants I was wearing during that particular summer of my life.

And now I am in the middle of another summer and approaching a birthday. Unsure and fumbling, I attempt to re-invent: an army of troll dolls; an armada of Furby's; enough Pullips, Blythes and dollfie's to horrify any monster movie lover. And now...tada...rubber stamps. Last summer it was gesneriads...

Sometimes I have panic attacks. I hear voices calling when I run the shower, I hope I don't fall down, I forget good things. Stuff I only wish I could forget - plays in a loop in my brain.

I read about things I don't understand, and, I'm beginning to believe that one day I will understand and then everything will be somewhere travelling at the speed of love.

Did I mention I saw myself...?