Mind Walk

There was a great movie that came out many years ago called "Mind Walk". The movie defines a mind walk as one of those conversations you have with friends or strangers where you're so engaged with where the conversation is going to take you that you loose all reference for time, or something like that. Anyway, remember I mentioned Jimmy in a previous post? The friend from high school? The other night, we went on a mind walk together. It all started innocent enough. He had a date with a woman the other night and when the date ended, she gave him an innocent kiss good night. Well, it inspired him. He wrote a poem and wanted to read it to me to see what I thought before he gave it to her. After he finished reading the poem, I was stunned. If only I could ever inspire one sixteenth of what he wrote, I would feel like a Goddess for the rest of my life. I remember Jimmy being a bit of a genius in high school but this poem was the best I had ever heard, and I hardly ever like anyone else's work but mine. I made one comment on a line somewhere near the middle of the poem and off we went on a mind walk. It seems he always liked writing but never felt it was any good so he never shared it with anyone. Quite the opposite of me actually. I always thought mine was great but I was always afraid nobody else would think so, like an open book, begging to be read. Once on the same wave length, Jimmy and I were off and running. He read more of his stuff, I read more of my stuff... and tonight, still going over the conversation in my head, I wrote a poem for the first time in about eight months. It's still in the rough draft, and it borrows from some of Jimmy's ideas about Gods and Goddesses, so maybe I'll get it posted here after I talk with him and get his impute.
At one point in the conversation, I told Jimmy how I felt. I felt like a potted plant sitting unnoticed in the corner of the room where no one remembered to water it and talking about things and ideas with him was as delicious to my ears and mind as someone watering me. We talked for about 3 hours before hanging up and I'm still thirsty. I used to have long conversations with friends at Cafe Max in Chico (CA) and then again at Humboldt Bay Coffee Co. in Eureka (CA) over cups of coffee, cigarettes and games of chess. I haven't even played a game of chess in so long it's hard to believe I was ever in a chess club (Chico Chess Hoes, our motto was that we'd do just about anything for a game of chess). It's probably been as long since I've had a mind walk type of conversation and I miss it.

"...hold lose the reigns of power..." (Jimmy) "...One kiss, my universe aligned..."