departure date set — wednesday, the 25th.
the river, the amber, and the bones
(recording available: river-amber-bones.mp3 ) in a dream, i found a river, in a forest, primordial, silent even the creatures, mindful, moving slowly, noiselessly only the sound of the waters, giddy, rushing, and gleeful over rocks, against the banks, running, running to the ocean
new music mix
i do not usually listen to pop music or anything remotely ‘new’ or ‘contemporary’. but, while out driving today, several songs played as i was scanning the station dials that just…. i dunno. fit. hit home. were ‘mine’ in that way that sometimes songs are… so, as usual, i went out and dug them up to post here.
insight, reflections, vanishing point
it’s safe to say that making yourself think, really think, about things is work.
grandfather marlin
my head is swimming with thoughts; schools of unruly fish in an ocean of odd currents and riptides. it would seem i am a fisherman in this moment, net and basket, swooping to scoop up rainbow glimmering quicksilver flashes, draw them closer and study them.
mid-day nap
it is odd, but it seems most of my dreams arrive in naps rather than night time of late.
dreams that refuse to die….
oh. my. stars. you want to hear something funny? i’ve just had a lesson in remembering that the world is always willing to surprise you. and that true dreams never really die, even when you’re convinced they have done so. perhaps especially then.
dream vs reality
well. the spate of grit has passed and the ‘voice of reason’ is now center stage. contemplating what’s possible versus what i wish were possible. trying to find the happy medium.