back to the woods

there is a quiet stillness
there is a peaceful silence
God is there
it is deep
it is dark
it is cool
there is a rich smell of green
the dirt is red
the light is soft
twigs crack
there is a small sound of a bird
moving in the hedge
a hawk circles overhead
the swamp rolls slow and languid
its murky waters swirl around the
motion of a large fish that's just
beneath the surface of the dark river
a snake lays motionless on the bank
or suns itself on the path where a ray breaks through the pines
this is my home
this is where my heart resides
this is a place I go
when the world is harsh and unyielding
I travel in my mind
back to this place
back to the woods

muse

I haven't written anything of substance in a while. I guess it is because I have been sleeping at night.
the man-child is coming home.
the muse is invading my life.
i produce when i am in a dark corridor or surround by my muse...life, sounds and light.
i guess i have been in alot of light.
now it is time to rest, absorb and then i'll be back at it again.
goodness, blessing, mercy and grace to all those out there in the dark corridor.

gone but not forgotten

ok so you get a peek at the poetry on my frig...s & s - you will recognize these.

When friends are mean, ugly and sordid, say less. time will spray as mist.

tv size show goddess

essential sausage eggs milk

moaned his butt, but he drives ahead, they ask can we do over, beat, no need of going after what you want for alls gone and black

the tongue is the club apparatus to be used with a scream

do not be bitter, incubate in a symphony of gorgeous vision above eternity, leave death behind, soar in to a sky dreaming

I fall fast in a moon, run raw to your garden from under a thousand tiny wet white diamonds.

moments days live life like elaborate luscious music, water, wind, rain, a honey sun, languid shadows swim through crushed roses.

men, boys, stop crying, I will tell him how to do something useful like cook and read & iron - this is mother's gift.

most ask from want for none have.

power, blood, aching, trudge, stare, shake, pound, chant, pant

thought I'd never get around to it again...

reading for pleasure. Yes, last night I read an entire book. Ok-- it was just a short, nightmarish fiction novel for very young adults called Coraline. Yes, I saw the flick too...with the old timey fun 3D glasses. The book is true to the spirit of the film. Very dark, full of metaphors, and symbolism.

So I will think about it for a few day, then shoot an image...wait for it.

good things

So something like Haiti happens and we ask ourselves why? But in the worst times, goodness rises out of it. Easy for me to say? Yes, I have been through a period of refining. I seem to have taken a wrong turn. It got really hot, it hurt and then I was able to keep going right through it. I picked up the pieces and move forward. I found out how really strong I am. I remembered who is in control and who has the plan. God. He is working everything out, even when we tend to royally screw things up. He is funny and has a really weird sense of humor. He takes you down the path you really wouldn't pick and really don't want to go but it is better. It all works out. So I will look for the good that will come from the mess of Haiti.

And in my time of rest between semesters, I will start on something new, work on old stuff that I never really had time to touch before and pick up where I left off...back on track.

lull before the storm

School is out. Class is over...money is short...I am sitting out this semester.It is time to print again. It is time to morph in creative mode again.
So I am sitting out this semester. It is all bitter sweet.
I begin again... reading, shooting, posting and maybe some painting. I will produce what I want to produce.

last post

Yes, this is an unnecessary post.
I end where I began...with my blog.

I can't believe, after all this time, I am having trouble writing about the need to connect. After being isolated for so long...How fast I forget.

I keep thinking about the need to connect. How close we are and yet how so very far away we really are. No one really knows anything or anyone. Not really.

We desire intangible things like security. Tell me what that means? There is no such thing in this earthly life.

We desire private in the public. But if we are private, we are alone. So we speak behind the veil of the internet. We have a big voice, with no face...or a false face, one that we construct.

"The real world affords many ways of keeping public, private, and secret utterances separate from one another, starting with the fact that groups have until recently largely been limited to meeting in the real world, and things you say in the real world are heard only by the people you are talking to and only while you are talking to them." Shirky pg 89.

We connect in a virtual world so we can connect beyond human boundaries.

There is no privacy here. There is no security here.
There is only the word. It is old, yet alive, real and on fire. And the word is good. And the word is God.