(Just Like) Starting Over

I’ve been blogging sporadically, for… the past couple of years — more not than often — albeit with the original intention of doing so everyday in the hopes that, blogging itself would evolve in to an online-tome of sorts.

My cyber-ouevre.

My electronically transmitted Opus Dei (from which, a deus ex-machina, armed with a nothing but a keyboard and sheer will, would be born — or borne, perhaps.)

However, life got, gets, and always is busy, and some things don’t so much fall by the wayside, as they do lie in hibernation — waiting to be summoned, awakened, rediscovered not so much as something new but rather, as something as it was meant to be.

As they say, even the best made plans.

Which brings me to the idea of — the very lyric — the increasingly factual, inescapable truth that is,  “life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.”

It was twenty-nine years ago today, John Lennon was taken away.  I recall where I was and when I found out as if it were yesterday — who doesn’t?

No, I will not indulge a post about how sad I felt, or when I met Yoko Ono and attended a performance by Sean Lennon.  Nor will I wax about the tremendous void that remains in the world today; much less speculate on the thoughts and feelings of his immediate family and survivors.  In other words, one can only imagine how they — his flesh & blood, the loves of his life — feel to this day, and so, why vicariously grieve?

Instead, what I shall do, is, celebrate the life, revel in the music, and feel the enduring spirit and admire the indomitable will of the “smart Beatle,” by beginning to blog again.

It’ll be just like starting over.