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Unsettled
I find myself unsettled by this image. It’s chaotic. It’s tumbled. The light is everywhere. My eye is drawn to a million little swirls. It’s in motion; even as a photo. It’s not peaceful but I find it comfortable. It’s life right now.
I like this comparison. Things are on edge. And it reminds me that the world is everchanging. We would like so much to just relax and be at peace. I find myself longing for such things while at the same time realizing that it will never come. So should I live in a perpetual state of waiting for a future that will never occur? I’ve thought about this often. I think about how life moves so quick when I’m anticipating tomorrow. Time moves much too fast in the future. I’ll do this when that happens. I’ll travel when I have more money. I’ll take a vacation when all my work is caught up. I’ll write after I finish this. I’m tired, I’ll take photos when the weather is clear.
Last night I thought the weather would clear for some comet and moon hunting. The Moon was a beautiful crescent with amazing earthglow. This was while I was driving but by the time I got to my shooting destination, the clouds had crowded in. It never got any better. And I found myself OK with that situation. I tried. I got out there to do a thing.
Life is in motion. I realize that. I acknowledge that. I sit and enjoy all the little swirls; the tiny details. And I relish in that attention to detail. The world seems to be on fire right now and in the middle of all of that…in the little moments…there is incredible beauty. There is an order to things. In all the worldly disorder, I find that in my day to day things are just fine.
I stay on the path. I fight the good fight. I am at peace. I see waves crashing; hair on fire. I see a surface in agitation with wind patterns showing this and that. And me, just below the surface, I’m in flow. It’s the only place I can be.
Drumbeats
And the sky became like sparks
from a faraway fire.
Lit from a million suns,
the smoke drifted up the sky
On the gust of wind,
I could hear the whisper of drums beating out lost stories
of a simpler, magical time
The Only Way
As I climbed up and up
along the rocky path
the sky opened up before me
and the only way to continue became clear.
True Seer
Tree seer. Do ancient trees see the true nature of the stars sitting in quiet wonder night after night, slowly reaching toward them. It was just humbling sitting with them in the Mt. Goliath Natural Area in Colorado. Spending more time there next summer. Me, the trees, and the stars.
Paths
Two paths diverged in a dark wood
and I took not the grassy path
but the starry way.
And it has made all the difference.
Motion
Everything is in motion.
Seen and unseen.
The grass, the wind.
The earth beneath our feet.
Whirling with the stars.
Curves describe everything.
The bend of the Earth,
the moving angle of attack
as an ocean wave washes ashore.
the sketch of foam left behind
The sigh of love.
A trail of clothes.
The reach of trees into the sky,
or the trail below keeping elevation
The movement of the wind,
its description on canvas.
I can bind the pinpricks in night’s firmament with a straight line
and yet over time, the stars break my bounds
Even light bends to gravity’s will
encircling mass with a peek around
It’s the way in nature
Stretching
Stretching every sense,
every nerve
Listening. Hoping. Praying.
Straining underneath it all.
That I’ll hear just a whisper
Of your love
Book of Stars
Stories untold fill the book of stars
Each group a player in night’s cinema
I wonder this while dreaming in an open meadow
Waiting for Pleiades rise
watching the dipper’s sink to the north
Orion’s hunt
Coyote’s trick
If I could see just over the edge