May all your New Year wishes come true... = ]
12/30/07
12/24/07
12/3/07
11/30/07
cetacean nights
They travelled long and hard over many different kinds of seas and oceans. Desperate to reach their destination, little time was given over to rest. One diversion was welcomed and enjoyed: looking up to the sky viewing shot by shot like a slideshow. Eyes up, dive down, eyes up, breathe, dive down. The moon was particularly beautiful that week. Clouds were painted blood red and the calm, glassy water reflected celestial drama. Between masses of condensation up high they looked for stars and kept the course. Only the softer storms had muddied the chart; landmarks supplemented. So it had been a good voyage this far and caution dictated they stay on watch for signs of a true tempest, sure to come. No matter, they would make it. It was going to be the most important spring of all.
11/19/07
11/7/07
the dandelion eclipse
The sun shone in the morning, right on time. She waited long enough in the warmth to feel it in her toes; much food needed to be gathered and brought back home. The dew had long vanished and vibrant heat fueled her efforts. Then a sudden cooling of the air and dimming light warned her senses. She looked up and found the star hiding behind the largest dandelion she had ever seen. It was an incredible sight she beheld in the flower's bristling seeds: a rainbow had emerged and it danced, circles of color inside each other, sparkling. Such a thing had never happened before near her hill. That moment of joy suspended in her mind forever made this day unlike any other...
11/3/07
Peace
My soul feels peace;
my eyes are set on the sleeping dragon.
The shapes of the reptile, elegant and lithe.
Does he dream of clear waters and lush trees?
His somnolent dignity betrays no ambition.
Perhaps his fantasy lies in the simple bliss of now.
I watch the lizard smile at his own quiet revelation.
My soul feels at peace;
present in this green moment.
11/1/07
Cynical Indulgence: ambiguity's epidemic
I ponder the state of my world, shattered, myred in gross ambiguity, and wonder how it came to be. Does evolution, the seemingly degenerating nature of our bodies warp our mind into morbid indicisiveness? Or is it a learned behaviour, passed down, a product of our childhood environment that shaped us into big, soft blobs of paralyzing fear and doubt? Whichever way this societal desease developed it's now at the full-fledged pandemic level infiltrating every corner of our society, affecting persons of all walks of life. What can I do? Pick up the pieces one by one, starting with myself. I can commit to being more decisive and taking action on the side of what's simply right. Simple common sense, courage and action -- one person at a time...
10/26/07
...serenity of mind...
Mr. M. Schreum, anonymously gathered with his fellow recoverees on the southern stump behind the hill every Thursday night. They shared their hardships, a few snacks and at the very end a great big group hug -- his favorite. It almost made him glad of his troubles. Almost.
10/12/07
closed
That place that starts out wide open, welcomes the world. It's a place deep inside and yet accessible to all. In the beginning.
It grows and becomes stronger with age; sometimes with love and other times with strife or sadness. Sometimes it takes shelter to protect itself and sometimes it even closes up completely. It's tough to open up again.
If we're lucky, a thief comes by unannounced and cuts the chains open in a torrent of love. And if we're even luckier -- we learn to unlock it ourselves...
It grows and becomes stronger with age; sometimes with love and other times with strife or sadness. Sometimes it takes shelter to protect itself and sometimes it even closes up completely. It's tough to open up again.
If we're lucky, a thief comes by unannounced and cuts the chains open in a torrent of love. And if we're even luckier -- we learn to unlock it ourselves...
10/11/07
waterscape
Her body lurched in her seat as the torpedo hit and glanced off the side of the boat. At full speed it was barely staying ahead of the improvised artillery their fomer captors were shooting at them. As she looked behind her into the rushing water she could scarcely see what looked like comets falling, the bubbling white trails of matallic munitions. Their pursuers followed a short distance back, their aim hampered by the dark, the storm and the wake of the boat they followed. Now she looked ahead and hoped they reached the safety of the harbor before it was too late...
9/22/07
the sun, the water & the fish
Early morning schools of fish travel up against the current. Juniors are happiest for this daily distraction. They chase the slowly filtering light bouncing on the surface. The shimmers touch and disappear, jump and return, playing with the moving liquid. The trout seem to dance and follow every maneuver.They are discovering the joy of sunrise.
9/20/07
underground
I rose to find that the sun had not come up before me and wandered in the house reaching for the elements to wake me. Sitting comfortably watching out the window, my patience paid off when I saw the morning star. It came up like a bursting shadow crawling over the rough texture of the cave walls. My dark friend had come out to meet me and set the day right. This is life, underground.
9/18/07
latching on
Negatives and positives of all kinds swirl in the air around us. Positives seem airy, light and fleeting. Negatives seductively look more solid, more comfortable, more true. Why is that? Do I expect reassurance, reinforcement of the pessimistic beliefs I already hold on to? Is that true? Is it enough? Why are negatives easier to believe? There's so many reasons. It seems familiarity is appealing enough and after all the collection of negatives is so much bigger... It's a self-perpetuating circle. Essentially and most importantly the fact is that these thoughts and beliefs are the ones latching on, shaping the internal landscape. Is freedom from this collection of enslaving, disabling mental shackles desirable enough? Yes. I can let go.
new days
She swims above the sandy floors catching dinner, avoiding sharks. Many days are the same, many nights. Then the invitation came. She would change her ocean for one across the galaxy and would have a new life, new days, new friends.
9/5/07
a piece of me
Whatever became of that piece of me? That piece that feels like it's missing, like I want it back. Will it come back to me? Will it fit ever again...
8/30/07
playing with fire
During the worst day of conflict I tested the very limits of my courage. Flying through the fire they rained upon us, I dodged flames and smoke to deliver the message to our troops. The warmth came right though the plane, my feet could feel it. So much searing heat. I cut a path and prayed they had finally exhausted their bombs. They left the land scarred and battered, singed black.
8/29/07
rust mingles
The mass of orange-red gathers atop and overflows, oozing off the edge into the silver abyss...
blue calm
Ahhhh, the night cools, the fog rolls in. I love this time of night. We had fun, drank, talked, laughed until we didn't think we'd hold together any more. Then we laughed some more. Now the air is damp, fresh and the morning begins to show itself. It's wonderful, this feeling, peaceful. I relish the blue calm.
enveloped
Because it must be. Layers and layers of cardinal folds. They weigh on each other. Her present must be special, she must know that I love her, that she herself is special, to me.
Glimpse
He looked up and waited. Longing for the sun. The only glimpse he had of the outside was framed by wire thorns, cold concrete and these clouds won't move away. It's light, he tells himself. Light filtered through the clouds. The sun will show itself soon.
toni's nap
It's a green world Toni lives in, filled with water and leaves. He rests nestled, comforted, trying to blend. The hiding place makes him feel safe and he sleeps for a while. What do fish dream? It might be red and blue, red and blue, and very green. It's his own little world.
dragon flight
The huge, flapping wings move the air. He rotates and looks at his land from every angle, checking, deciding. Today is a day like most others -- he must eat. So he looks over his territory and spots his meal. It's a beautiful, bright trout swiming up the creek toward the mountains. It's big as far as trout go, satisfying. So the dragon swoops sideways and gets an angled view of the scenery, goes in for the hunt. Fold the wings, take a dip, sushi's on the menu today.
8/25/07
momentary
This is the path he takes. He takes the path to a place in his soul. His mind guides him over the vibrant green water when he needs to relax. Mmmm, serenity -- at the end of the trail. If only for a moment...
8/20/07
stranded
Walking along the beach today I found a big rock. It looked strange and upon looking closer the evidence was clear: a poor jellyfish had gotten stranded after the high tide and dried in the sun - leaving only it's shadow...
8/19/07
dreaming
How long since I left my house and came to the park? It felt like days. They had a ferris wheel, a carousel, lots of cotton candy. My head was swimming with the amusing delights. Oh, yeah. I remember now. I was on my way home, passing my favorite tree, when I decided to have a nap. Ha. I think I'll stay just a little longer.
8/16/07
my pulse quickened
I wondered what this figure wanted, this dark formless thing. Somehow the questions that normally came weren't coming. Why can't I see it's face? Why is it changing shape? No. I just knew it wanted something, something from me. My body knew. It wanted to run and stood frozen.
soul ascending
She felt herself pulled and lifted, warmth wrapped around her and worry was the furthest thing from her mind...
8/10/07
At earth speed
The wind picked up the dregs of the harvest, the trees, the land itself. Our fields became the sky.
7/31/07
7/27/07
They couldn't believe it...
When the snow fell on the desert they wouldn't believe it -- couldn't believe it. But the rumors would not abate and gradually they came to see for themselves. Finally they had all gathered together by the cliffs, the entire clan, to overlook the miracle...
7/23/07
My favorite view...
I come here every morning, at the edge of our hillside village to look over the edge. Our green valley -- my favorite view.
It started with just one, I swear
But I couldn't stop and now my belly's so full I can't possibly move until tomorrow morning.
7/10/07
Tendrils...
He awoke with a breeze, confused, his head ached. Had something run into him? He tried to focus his eyes and he found himself staring straight into some kind of doorway. Something was reaching out to him...
7/6/07
Comfort
He reaches for her as her eyes fill with tears and she turns away. When quarrels come they must make peace again. Their lives are intertwined. They comfort each other for the many years to come.
7/5/07
Family Portrait
The Cactigill family sits for a foto at this year's family reunion by Uncle Spiney's favorite back yard wall.
6/28/07
Childhood memories? Ay, dios.
Wow. I look at this and shudder. Why would the cutest group of young dancers make me shudder? Well, because I look at the girl and blue and see myself thirty years ago. Ach. Once that would have been me, growing up in a nowhere part of Mexico forced to dance with my class -- the only güerita in the bunch. Hated every minute of it, especially the stupid dress and hairdo. Yep. Then they wonder why we hate to be called cute...
A girl, a fish & a flower...
Look at the gorgeous fish on that delicately elegant head -- I love this artist! Her characters are vibrant, brutal, beautiful and fun.
6/27/07
words can't say more
A simple yet so powerful image of devasting poverty and the spirit to still try...
Son aliens? Nope, not aliens
Menacing green sky, red eyes watchful. So cold. Provoquing, fear, repulsion, hate. It's mezmerizing. Cuidado...
Que delicia! Scrumptious texture...
Lushness in texture is an exquisite guide for the senses. Dejame tomarme una siesta aqui...
Longing...
Tragedia? Drama? One plain being reaching out to the one with the beautiful red rubies. There's real longing there -- in the desperate reach. A two handed reach wanting to pull up closer, tight around the other. Que angustia...
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