THE GRACEFUL CREATURE

I've had my share of parties and it goes to say that most of these events follow the same course. Beer liberates the mind of half of these late teens to mid twenty year olds and within a couple of hours... clothes are coming off, sexual acts are being committed in public, chairs are being broken, and I am left standing there with the few close friends that I have, pondering if there is any real character among those around me. I don't judge these youthful acts because they are a reminder that I was there not to long ago and it's simply okay to get lost in desire and mataerialism on occasion. Heck, there are still times where I attend a party such as this and I find myself give into desire, and I take home with me, a companion to indulge in those acts of human nature.

However, this party was a little different in my thoughts:; for within it's crowd of sexually motivated males and females who were being hearded together like cattle at a rodeo; there was an individual who, for some reason, caught the glimmer in my eye. I was intitually attracted to the individual for the way the body moved as the music played all around this spirit. A beat, a shift in the movement of the hip, another beat, the arms go up in a routine of dance. The individual moved with grace and determination.

I was more than ready to single this individual into the catorgory of materialistic desire when all of a sudden this graceful creature surprised me. The artist that had been dancing with such grace approached me and asked if I would care to partake in some conversation. I being intrigued, obliged and the artist and I began an intelligent and meaningful conversation.

The artist talked about paintings and drawings and the many perceptions of our human society while I spoke of writing and expression. We interconnected on a level of pure thought and it was a moment that transcended what initially was nothing more than two strangers at a party. The artist helped me reflect on my own youthful idealogy and it helped me to realize that my purpose to help other people still survives. I can feel that idealogy inside of me that says that I was placed here for a reason and that reason was to open doors for those around me.

This is going to be a very interesting year for me. I have many decision that need to be made that will begin the ripple effects of my future. I feel that I am finding myself all over again. As for the artist... I am interested in what the future has in store, in what I'm sure will be a very interesting ride for this graceful creature. I pray that the doors of opportunity will surround this being who help knudge open my own door.

So... a toast... to the graceful creature who did pretty things... who got into my head... and the youthful bliss that surrounds the soul... to the artist who reminded me of purpose, of reflection, and how the idealogy of youth survives within us all.