in moments between my studies i have been walking.
sometimes my spirit looks up. an owl.
in my sleep we also sometimes walk together.
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There is a whole world of discovery and beauty just waiting for me. No, look, it has already curled up on my foot. I can sing along with its gentle snoring.
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- A Healing Space... reflections on love and the intimacy of immediate experience
- Beyond the fields we know
- Blissfull Thinking
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- Julia Butterfly Hill
- Moments of perfect clarity
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- Mystic Vixen
- Ravenwood Forest
- The Eleventh
- Wonderings and Wanderings
- life without a centre
- writing as jo(e)
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what is the moon up to?
CURRENT MOON
8 comments:
Oh. I must tell you a story.
Years & years ago, I worked in a museum, the art museum here in my hometown, and one of the pieces this museum owns is by Terry Allen - I forget the name (possibly Iron Triangle). A large piece, with words. I didn't like it, felt it odd, but every time I went to work I would sit and look at, and eventually I grew to love it - one of those lasting loves. It was one of the first pieces I'd seen that used words, and one of the phrases has stayed with me, and truly, truly I hear that phrase in my head at least 2 or 3 times a week. It went like this: "Said he'd only been happy two times in his whole life; one was coyotes . . . "
I bring this up because I now have another phrase to keep Mr. Allens' company - " sometimes my spirit looks up. an owl."
This is inspired. This is art. I knew the instant I read the first line that I was reading real poetry, but that second line just did me in. Incredible. Incredible.
Debi
is that you......
beautiful girl
two beautiful images on their journey.
xx
Ahh...you are dancing with wisdom and foresight...even in your dreams. Perhaps your owl is here to accompany you through transition.
Poignant imagery.
Hallo daar vrou,
Jammer ek barge in op so 'n amazing blog en los my plebian Afrikaanse voetspore in jou comments. Maar dit het my baie raaiskote gevat om die URL van jou blog reg te raai en nou gaan ek soos 'n voor-op-die-wa spreeu insettle en babbel.
Hoe gaan dit nog? Wolwe? Mr. Kroll? ( Reg? ) General existence?
Hierdiekant het ons maar asem opgehou oor die opgefoeterde ekonomie en 'n huis gekoop in 'n tipe van horse property omgewing - groot erf, nice outdoorsy ranch-styl huis, die perdestal is nog agter in die erf van die vorige eienaar met perdepoef orals in hope, wel, goeie kompos minstens ... ry fiets werk toe, groei 'n massive groentetuin in die agterplaas ( ook bekend as die kosbank vir die plaaslike ruspe-bevolking ) en hou maar in die algemeen kop bo water, kyk noord en foeter voort ...
Ek wil die mat in een van die kamers op-rip sodat ek my esel kan staanmaak en weer kan werk aan verf, my siel vrek weekliks in cubicle-land en ek moet recharge. Maar ek's te kiep om te spring en iets anders te doen en daar's niks soos 'n huislening oor jou kop om jou neus teen die wiel te hou nie - ek dink dis alles 'n komplot en ek is aan die kortste ent ...
Ek is net dankie-toggie-bly ek sit nie meer in 'n steriele glasraam-hokkie by Experian nie, dis al. Ek skat mens moet een horing-sleg werk in jou lewe he sodat jy weet as dit beter gaan! Die mense by Experian was ( meesal - daar was 'n karakter of twee ook ) baie nice om mee te werk maar alles anders het gebyt!
I`m loving you, Hele!
the shot of the owl is amazing...almost as much so as the words.
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