La Mort
“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch”
~Jean-Luc Godard
That just pulls me down into my rootedness. In the dark beauty of life. Have you been experiencing the stars this autumn? I have taken to sitting in my home alone in the dark and just watching the changing night sky. Wishing I could capture its beauty to share but knowing I can’t. That’s what I’ve come to realize about the radiance of darkness–it’s personal. Life grief. Like the moments when we first wake up in the morning and realize we’re still alive. Sublime.
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.
A few things I’ve noticed in my travels. You probably have too. Just here in Seattle listening to some trance music and pondering the past ten years. Jotting this down as a little cairn. 1. If someone can’t give you a bit of space in a relationship [read: they are terrified of being away from…
When we become slaves to our machines, we lose our humanity. Let’s not let that happen. Love. Touch. Feel. Emote. Express. Commune. “Conformity and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men and of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.” ~Percy Bysshe Shelley