Each day right now bears some similarities, and also many differences.
As I drive out to the next trailhead there is a certain level of anxiety encroaching.
That’s the similarity.
But it’s not my anxiety. It belongs to others.
Each day right now bears some similarities, and also many differences.
As I drive out to the next trailhead there is a certain level of anxiety encroaching.
That’s the similarity.
But it’s not my anxiety. It belongs to others.
A while back I wrote a piece called Experimental Writing. I have taken that post down with about a hundred others, but the point of the piece was that everything we write and put out here for the world to see is a bit of an experiment.
We learn through trial and error what works and what doesn’t. What people like to read, and how they like to read it.
And while my background has me well trained in technical writing, and formalized legal writing, my academic training did little for teaching me what I think is truly important – the art of storytelling. That’s one of those things I’ve been learning on my own.
The feedback from the WP community is great.
So yesterday I attempted to write what was supposed to be part two of a short series I started playing with about current societal gender roles and the concept of being “conscious” in those roles. And because of my fascination with word usage and origin, I was poking a little fun at the evolution of the slang word “woke.”
To tackle the controversy surrounding this single-syllable, yes, believe it or not there are folks fighting over ownership rights to a slang word, I had to discuss the concept of “cultural appropriation.” Something that I think has become a bit distorted. Grossly distorted, in fact.
What I ended up with looked a little bit like a cross between editorializing and a legal brief, and I’m not sure anyone would have gotten the type of humor I tried to infuse it with, as I respectfully called Bullshit on it all. 😊
It was a lump of coal. And as a dear heart once told me, intelligence only goes so far.
She’s right of course.
Realizing that this was probably not my only failure at composing, I thought I should take a moment to thank all my followers out here in WP land. I greatly appreciate your visits, you trying to digest the meanderings through my mind, and your insightful comments.
You give me courage. You give me strength. You give me the will to get back on the horse and throw something out there for the world to see. Accepting the risk of whether it will fly or falter.
So, thank you all for being here, and please come visit again. You help me to grow as a writer, and I’m eternally grateful for that.
Photo: Back in the saddle, somewhere in time and space.
A number of days past, I made a post titled Wildflowers where I pondered the evolutionary adaptations of plants. How their beauty, shape, and the perfume of their flowers attract certain pollinators to ensure the propagation of their species.
Naturally, I simply enjoy their beauty, regardless of how it came to be. 😊
Then yesterday, I stumbled upon an article discussing the theories of “adaptive adornment” versus “arbitrary beauty.”* And I must admit, those terms are much more scientific and deliberately descriptive than my own ponderings.
It seems that Darwin had a second theory apart from natural selection – sexual selection.
I’ve been seeing a lot of articles and postings on the Net lately about Millennials. And a lot of it is very derogatory and carries an overall tone of blame. Blame for what? Apparently, there is a blame game now where if it looks like you’ll be delayed in reaching some of society’s dictated milestones, such as marriage, children, and owning a home, then you are defective.
In fact, people falling in this category are more than just defective. They are downright utter failures. And those in this generation acquiring a higher education are also called fools for racking up student loan debt.
Of course, if you visit the pages like LinkedIn, the general tone is that if you’re having difficulty achieving the American Dream, regardless of who you are but especially if you’re a Millennial, it’s because you are incompetent and lazy and simply haven’t learned to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. It’s also assumed that you do not know how to prioritize your purchasing power and always spend beyond your means.
If you were only like the commentator who walked 20 miles to school each day, uphill, both ways, and forwent buying so much as a candy bar until they could afford to buy a falling apart car with the money they earned mowing lawns and doing other odd jobs until they became a self-made . . . blah, blah, blah . . . judgmental bigot?
I find such types of gross over-generalizations to be pretty ignorant.
“White Crane Spreads Its Wings.” “Repulsing the Monkey.” “Grasping the Bird’s Tale.”
These phrases, in isolation, might give you a laugh, but if you’re familiar with Tai Chi, you’ll recognize these names right off as they refer to particular forms or moments that can be part of several different Tai Chi routines. The words help construct an image of the movement that is not only descriptive but that helps you to memorize the parts of the form for practice.
In a multi-form routine, these word images help my poor brain remember what it’s supposed to do, and after a while, since this memory involves movement it can be incorporated into what’s called “non-declarative memory,” which requires no conscious awareness.
And thus, we have moving meditation 🙂
So, I’m back to studying about how our brains work and this time I’m reading about short-term memory. Memory is kind of important for without it we might have died off as a species.
We learned that fire was great for preventing us from freezing to death and wonderful for cooking our food, but not so great if directly applied to our bodies. We learned which berries were and weren’t poisonous, and how to hunt bison and mammoths without getting killed – probably by watching someone else die. But then we remembered, passed the information on, and managed to propagate the species.
Although we might wonder a bit about the new wave of “flat-earthers.”
And I know the scientific community goes a little overboard with dissecting and labeling everything but here goes.
It seems we have two types of short-term memory, declarative, like being able to regurgitate specific facts like “sharks swim in the ocean,” and non-declarative, which is like the motor skills we use to ride a bike. Declarative memory involves “effortful processing” or a lot of repetition. Non-declarative memory does not require conscious awareness and is sort of automatic. If we were asked, we probably wouldn’t list out every detailed step that goes along with riding a bike. We just go through those motions once the brain locks on and our feet are on the pedals, and we use a simple phrase to embody all of those movements.
There are four steps involved in short term memory. Encoding, storage, retrieval, and forgetting. Encoding is defined as the conversion of external sources of energy into electrical patterns the brain can understand. There are three types of encoding:
Semantic encoding – definitions,
Phonemic encoding – comparison of sounds – rhyming, and
Structural encoding – visual inspection of shapes.
The myriad of signals we receive from different sensory sources are registered in separate brain areas. It’s a fragmented experience, called the “blender effect.” There is no central storage or hard drive. Parts of a single event are scattered and stored all over the cerebral cortex. And a memory trace will lead you to the same parts of the brain where we originally processed the information.
The total number of brain changes to record an event or information is called an engram, and then comes the “binding problem” – how do we bring all of that sensory data back together from the various spots on the cerebral cortex where they were stashed to compose a complete memory?
While it’s counter-intuitive, it turns out, the more elaborately we encode, the more details and complexity surrounding the event, the better our retrieval of that memory.
Retrieval is also enhanced if we replicate the conditions where we experienced the event or came upon the data. So, if I learned that sharks swim in the ocean while I’m swimming in the ocean, I will remember this bit of information best when I’m back swimming in the ocean. How convenient.
It also seems that regardless of the setting where we encounter information, the majority of our forgetting will occur within the fist couple of hours that follows. People usually forget 90% of what they’ve learned within 30 days of the learning experience. Apparently, we discard what we don’t use quite quickly.
I know, I’ve forgotten much more over the years than I know right now 🙂
Spaced learning is more effective than massed learning and the more repetition cycles we have, the greater chance we’ll convert something to long-term memory. Tai Chi again provides a great example because we are taught each form separately and then add that to the entire routine, which we then repeat and continually refine.
And something I mentioned before in the post Boring, teaching is more effective if it includes meaningful examples and experiences and emotion. Real world situations familiar to the learner. The more personal the example, the better the encoding because we are adapted to “pattern matching” the new information with what we’ve learned before.
So why am I writing about this today? Because of the fascinating way we’re able to communicate and tell stories, of course. When I tell a story I want to transmit my memory to you, the reader. I use as many descriptive terms as I can think of to relay an experience – what I saw and heard, how something smelled, felt and tasted. How objects sat in space in relation to where I stood or traveled.
We’re able to communicate because of that pattern matching principle. I relate an experience to you and hope you’ve had enough similar experiences and gathered enough sensory data to “get it.”
Such is the challenge and art of writing. If we can paint an image that others can see, detail the scent of a flower that the reader can smell, have someone salivating over a recipe or bracing for an explosive sound, or transmit the feel of the smooth, silky skin of another as we describe caressing their face, then we’ve succeeded.
A lofty goal.
And hopefully the experiences we relate will be as memorable to our readers as they were to us.
Photo: This is one of my daughter’s dogs, Harper. He was over for a visit when I snapped this pic. I etched out the bare patterns with the photo editor creating what I call the “Ghost Dog.” Its an image descriptive of short-term memories. We can hold onto basic concepts and sensations, but over time they may fade into the less distinct and more nebulous 🙂
Source: I used the book Brain Rules by John Medina as my source for this post. Other posts of mine discussing the workings of our brains include:
I have to say, I really appreciate the WordPress community. I learned about WordPress when I was looking at job postings for writers and started noticing that a number of them required WordPress experience. So, I Googled it to find out what it was.
Then I met Laleh Chini on Twitter and was introduced to her blog, “A Voice from Iran.”
After checking out a few more blogs and seeing their beautiful formats, I decided to take the plunge.
One of the things that really amazes me it that we can meet people from all over the world. And even if their blogs are written in different languages, it’s not much trouble to copy and paste something into Google Translate and read it.
I like looking at other languages and seeing how others compose their ideas. I think the text is beautiful and I am awed about the whole concept of learning a language. How do we master such a thing? Other languages look so foreign to me, it’s hard for me to imagine how children in those countries grow up learning them. And multilingual people fascinate me even more.
It is such a human trait. Language. It’s taken for granted. And just look how much communication has evolved and the technology that we use now to share our stories all over the world.
I know we all love it when others in our community like our posts. So here are a few examples of beautiful language from around the world from some of my blogging friends just using the word “like.”
Italian Mi piace
German Gefällt mir
Spanish Me Gusta
Swedish Tycka om
Pakistan (Urdu) کی طرح
Nigeria (Yoruba) Bi
Phillipines (Filipino) Katulad
I’m sure you can all add to this list.
Another reason I like it when my blogging friends like my posts is that it reminds me to go check out their pages. It’s hard to keep up with all of the good writing out there so that serves as a nice prompt.
Looking forward to liking more of your posts 🙂
Photo: A closeup of a cactus in bloom at a botanical garden in the southwest. The feature image zooming-in is sort of other-worldly. A friend described it as looking like an underwater organism – a sea creature. An it does sort of look like a Sea Anemone. The full view is below. Amazing to see that flower with such exploding beauty thriving in desert conditions. This is my analogy to the beauty of language in all it’s forms, unexpectedly breathtaking 🙂
I had just finished putting the finishing touches to an article I was writing. Word choice, tempo, spacing. It all felt good. I glanced over at the clock and it was a little past noon. Noon!! Holy crap! How did it get to be noon? The last time I looked at the clock it was around 8:30. What had happened to the time?
I had been totally immersed in my writing. So much so that I don’t even have a memory of the words being formulated in my brain. They had just flowed onto the paper. More like being channeled from an exterior source. Me just being the conduit.
At that moment, I knew that whatever I had gotten down on paper was going to be good. And when I go back and re-read pieces like this, it feels like I’m reading them for the first time.
I call that frame of mind “being in the zone.”
That place where the task is pure task. It’s taken on a life of its own. Independent from my rational machinations. It’s sort of like highway hypnosis. Where you find yourself arriving at your destination but you have no recall of driving the last 20 miles. Somehow you got there. And you managed not to get in an accident. Autopilot.
Being in the zone is something that can’t be forced. I can’t sit down and consciously tell my mind to get into that space in order to produce. It just seems to happen spontaneously. Especially when I don’t try to make it happen.
Another example might be when we consciously try to remember something. Whatever the event or person or detail it is that has momentarily escaped our grasp, if we actively try to recall it, force it into our consciousness, we can’t. But once we stop that forced effort, or have moved onto somethings else, the detail immediately pops into mind.*
I actually used to enjoy my commute to and from work when I was practicing law. Why? Because I let my mind drift during this time. Tuned out. Disengaged from my work. And it was when I disengaged that my mind worked best. Suddenly that legal theory or a key element of what I was needing to complete some analysis just magically appeared. I used to carry a pen and paper, and then later a voice recorder, so I could be sure and get it down. Because if I kept on drifting, that momentary flash would be gone and difficult to recall, once again.
Just what’s going on here? What is this phenomena of the mind? Or is it a state of being?
I remember, without effort :-), when I was a teenager and I first encountered the works of Carlos Castaneda. Castaneda became pretty famous for writing a series of books about time he had supposedly spent in the Sonoran Desert with a Yaqui Indian sorcerer. Castaneda, an anthropologist, had met this gentleman while he was working on his PH.D. and exploring the cultural uses of hallucinogenic plants. He found himself an apprentice to this mystical realm.
Throughout his writings, Castaneda talks about various ways or techniques to “see” the world as it really is. His books were considered pretty controversial and there is some criticism, that may be valid, as to whether Castaneda just made the whole thing up.
Or, it could be arguable that the Yaqui Indian was used as the face or metaphor for presenting Far Eastern philosophy. Whether you want to call this mysticism, or nagualism, or brujoism or anything else, I think there are still some valuable lessons to be learned from these writings.
One of those concepts was that of “not-doing.” As explained by the sorcerer, “doing” is the way we construct the world. So a rock is a rock because of how we apply our knowledge of a rock to the rock – doing. To really see what a rock is, to see its essence, we must observe it without “doing” or by “not-doing.” This may sound a bit obscure or esoteric. And I think the way Castaneda presented it was designed to keep it as such. To retain a mystical quality.
In another way, this is a form of meditation. Of clearing the mind. Ceasing the internal dialog, which has now been coined “self-talk.” And “stopping the World.” You have to see the rock, or more importantly the whole Universe, without all of the blinders and descriptors that have been programed into our heads. And once we learn to stop the World, everything flows and reveals its true nature.
And it’s not just a manner of observing the Universe, it is a way of acting, without intention, as we navigate the Universe.
It was later in my life that I came upon the Tao Te Ching. And again, arguably, Castaneda may very well have stolen this concept from the Tao. Except that the translation of the Tao better describes it.
In the Tao, the term is “Wei Wu Wei” or “doing not-doing.” Other interpretations are “without action” or “without control” or “without effort” or “action without action” or “effortless doing.” Another is “diminishing will.” And the notion is that non-action, or unwillful action, is the purest form of action because the doer has vanished completely into the deed. “. . . the fuel has been completely transformed into flame.”
If one surrenders to the Tao (the Way) they will align in perfect harmony with Nature, with the way things really are. They will have mastered Nature, not conquered it, by becoming one with it.
One of the underlying concepts here is trust. We must trust the intelligence of the Universe, continually acting effortlessly and without conscious will, knowing it will be the right action. “The game plays the game; the poem writes the poem; we can’t tell the dancer from the dance.”
In my case, the story wrote the story.
And when that happens is when I discover that the words truly resonate with other readers. I, or maybe better said, the Universe by channeling though me, has stuck a universal cord. I’d call that magic 🙂 And I know, because I feel it, that many of you experience this same phenomenon and we share a common bond.
To all my blogging friends out there that don’t always know where the words come from, but we feel them in our hearts, I’ll leave you with some more words from the Tao:
Therefore, the Master
acts without doing anything
and teaches without saying anything.
Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.
* I’ve read that functional MRIs (magnetic resonance imaging) and PET (positron emission tomography) scanning have confirmed that different parts of our brain light up when we try to force memories to the surface. And they’re not the regions in the brain where we store information. We can’t force memories, they just rise on their own 🙂
Photo: The dragonfly represents the power of light. They inhabit two realms of the Universe, water and air, and the stages of their lives are just as dramatic of a transition as that of the butterfly. From a water-dwelling nymph to airborne dragon.
As light strikes their wings at various times of the sun’s circle, they can refract vast differences in color and hue. So like life, things may never quite be the way they appear, but it is still full of beautiful color and light. The dragonfly as a totem is said to help one see through illusions and provide new vision – a good symbol for the concept of not-doing so that one may see the true essence of the Universe.
I took this shot along a lake in Az. I shot different pictures of these same dragonflies throughout the day, and indeed they all look different. I enhanced the color of the feature pic a bit and faded out the background revealing an incredibly vibrant transformation. And here is another shot – same type of Dragonfly, but different angle in the sun. What a difference. Can we see their true essence?
Me: “Hi, how’s it going”
Hiker: “Just great. Beautiful day.”
Me: “It sure is, absolutely gorgeous.”
Hiker: “Well you have a good day Sir.”
Me: “Thanks, you too.”
A brief interlude as I was passing a fellow hiker on the trail.
It seems I’ve been hearing this word a lot more lately. “Excuse me Sir.” “Hello, how are you doing Sir.”
I kind of want to look behind me to see who is standing there.
And it’s not that it’s bad. It’s very respectful. I’m just not used to hearing it, and why now?
This all seemed to start a couple of years ago, right after I turned 60. Even saying that sounds weird to me, because I sure don’t feel old, or older. In fact, I don’t think 60 is considered old anymore. But suddenly people are calling me Sir.
When I think of the word “Sir,” I think of my father. The Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force. I think of esteemed people having earned that title by some trial by fire. More akin to the titles of professor or doctor or judge.
I find it a bit ironic because it seems like when I was younger, I as always sounding like Rodney Dangerfield – “I don’t get no respect.” I was working hard to try to earn it. Still didn’t always get it. My work was sometimes plagiarized too, so I didn’t get the credit for it.
But now, apparently, just by virtue of having aged, people are very respectful.
I guess I’ve reached “Sirdom.”
It was almost magical. Happening overnight. I’m not sure what exactly changed. I’m retired now so no one is looking up to me for being a professional. Perhaps it’s the gray in my beard? That same beard that earns me the extra security checks at the airport 🙂
Of course, somehow, I also ended up on the senior mailing lists so I get offers all the time for some type of age-related service. Long-term care insurance. Reverse mortgages. My favorite was the funeral insurance. Their tag line being, “This will be the last insurance policy you’ll ever buy.” Nice.
I think it’s great that we respect our elders. They have so much offer in the form of wisdom. And in some ways, it is amazing to see so many circles of the sun. I just don’t feel like I’m an elder at the council fire. And I’m not sure I have any wisdom to offer. Yet.
Whether you’re a “Sir,” or a “Mam,” or any variation thereof, I salute the divinity that is within you, and respectfully wish you a wonderful day.
Photo: That’s Sir Me, somewhere in Wyoming. Jesse, the border collie, belonged to the person whose home I was visiting. I miss my old buddy, Taz, and I’ll probably get another dog someday myself. Maybe I’ll name him “Sir.” 🙂
Have you ever noticed how you might be thinking about something, maybe even putting pen to paper to memorialize those thoughts, and then suddenly someone else says something that is exactly what was in your mind? As if they had reached inside your head and grabbed it.
Or maybe, you had just read something that really intrigued you and suddenly material on that same topic starts popping up everywhere? A friend recommends a book – same subject. You see an advertisement for a TV documentary – same subject. A billboard along the highway – same subject. A blog post from a friend mirrors that same subject.
Affirmations from the world around us. We’re on the same wavelength.
And none of this is related to some mainstream news cycle. Maybe it’s about showing gratitude. Or demonstrating generosity. Or learning to smile at the beauty that surrounds us.
This seems to happen all the time, if we’re paying attention, and it happened again just the other day when my blogging friend Searching for Grady posted to her blog. It’s a piece she calls, “Migratory Spirits” about the twelve virtues.
And it just so happens, I’m reading a book about the twelve virtues called, “The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living.” The author, Joseph M. Marshall III, dedicates a chapter to each virtue. Providing the Sioux word and pronunciation, and then telling some traditional stories to illustrate the concepts.
So we have:
Humility – Unsiiciyapi (un-shee-ee-cee-yah-pee) to be humble, modest, unpretentious;
Perseverance – Wowacintanka (wo-wah-chin-tan-gah) to persist, strive in spite of difficulties;
Respect – Wawoohola (wah-wo-o-ho-lah) to be considerate, to hold in high esteem;
Honor – Wayuonihan (wah-you-v-knee-han) to have integrity, an honest and upright character;
Love – Cantognake (chan-doe-gnan-key) to place and hold in one’s heart;
Sacrifice – Icicupi (ee-chee-chu-pee) to give of oneself, an offering;
Truth – Wowicake (wo-wee-jah-keh) that which is real, the way the world is;
Compassion – Waunsilapi (wah-un-shee-lah-pee) to care, to sympathize;
Bravery – Woohitike (wo-oh-hee-tee-keh) having or showing courage;
Fortitude – Cantewasake (can-te-wah-sha-keh) strength of heart and mind;
Generosity – Canteyuke (chan-te-you-keh) to give, to share, to have heart;
Wisdom – Woksape (wo-ksa-peh) to understand what is right and true, to use knowledge wisely.
Isn’t it amazing how these ideas seem to travel. I don’t think it’s solely because of the Internet or modern communications either. While we might look at these systems as being more dendrites in the collective nervous system, ideas seem to travel with or without exterior electronics. We are all connected. We may have just not realized how widespread collective thoughts manifest.
There are no coincidences.
I find it encouraging that at a time when there seems to be more division and hatred spreading like a cancer, that the twelve virtues have emerged. Perhaps as the antibodies to defeat such infections.
May the thoughts and the actions from the virtues gain lightspeed 🙂
Photo: The sun rises over a rock formation in the Badlands. A universal symbol. The sun rising, a new day, new beginnings, a fresh start, we’ve embarked on a new journey. These thoughts arise in everyone’s minds, synchronously, without the need to speak. Perhaps a look into another’s eyes, the nod of a head. Just knowing.
I love fire. Always have.
A Passionate Embrace.
Cozy snowy days by the woodstove.
Well, not quite a Haiku’s traditional 5-7-5, but fire is still poetic. Fire is symbolic of so many things. Transformation, purification, life force, power, strength, destruction, rebirth, transcendence, inspiration, enlightenment.
Truth and Knowledge. Light and Heat. The Intellect and the Emotions.
“Baptism by Fire” restores primordial purity. An intermediary between the Source and all of us tiny Particles of Awareness.
Fire is a good visual representation of our emotions. Anger, I believe, is the most destructive – a raging inferno. Passion, the most inspirational, a slow intense burn. Love, a steady light. Life, the precious spark.
The blaze in the feature photo above represents that out-of-control burst of anger. Hatred. The stare of death.
While this image . . .
the steady, passionate burn of the heart. That electric heat, tingle of fire, with the brush of a lover’s hand. A slow, deep delicious kiss.
And there’s another image I truly love, from my background of being a health care provider – The Keeper of the Flame. I found this pin at a military surplus store. I was told it was a German medic’s pin. The hands delicately cradling that life force.
And here’s one, a story for another day, perhaps, of a long ago camping trip in the mountains of Colorado. The howling winds channeling through the mountain pass. Filling our eyes with smoke and ash as we reached for those life-giving flames.
But anger. Yes anger is the most destructive. A fire that can consume us. Destroy us physically and mentally. We might think it’s directed outward, but the amount of negative energy that burns within can kill. An insidious suicide.
As for that spiritual burn in all of us – don’t let that fire go out.
I arrived at this current depot just in time for the Autumnal Equinox and now we’re upon October’s New Moon. Harvest Time and New Beginnings. Great symbolism to start a new season in a familiar location. I was met by the song of the Owl.
But there is much preparation to be completed before entering the Bear Cave for winter.
The past three weeks have evaporated at a frantic pace. Environmental remediation. Attempting to free the area of toxins that my body must avoid. But I’ve still been trying to maintain posts on the blog, tell stories, share travel.
While I begin work on the fourth chapter of “Contrasts,” I figured this autumn landscape by Wolf Kahn nicely captures the moment. A German artist, it never ceases to amaze me how universal images are.
Sometimes we forget and our views become narrowed to our immediate surroundings. We forget the commonality of times, events, planetary movement. The air we breathe and water we drink. Our shared evolution from that primordial soup.
So many things to bring people together, if we’ll open our hearts and see the connections.
To be able to complete someone’s thoughts,
dance together in their mind,
caress their heart,
and see their soul through their eyes.
This is truly knowing someone.
Have you ever known someone?
Feature Photo: I found this photo on the Internet in the public domain. I could find no proper attribution for it.
Butterfly Photo: A couple of Painted Lady butterflies nectaring-up in the Midwest. I added the butterfly image for a couple of reasons. One is that is shows a “couple” like the feature image and duality is the theme. But intertwined duality – two becoming one.
With duality, we’ve moved beyond a singularity. It is the quality of having two parts to the whole. Metaphysically speaking, it is the contrasts – negative versus positive; good versus evil; light versus dark; material versus spiritual; consciousness versus unconsciousness; Ying versus Yang; male versus female.
Numerologically speaking, the number 2 represents feminine, dreams and cooperation.
The butterflies, symbolically, represent transition, shapeshifting, and the dance of joy.
When two hearts come together as one the polarities merge. A beautiful transition occurs as each half brings out the beauty in the whole. Making that true connection is a rare thing and it results in a dance of joy. Bonds that cannot be broken. Not over space, time, or even lifetimes.
** My prose was just published in The Urban Howl under the title: “I am Broken – Only to be Reintegrated Anew.” It is wonderful to be a part of this inspiring publication !
I am broken.
Not in a bad way.
Not in a way that needs to be “fixed.”
Mangled, crushed, fragmented, contorted, pulverized, disintegrated,
But only to be reintegrated anew.
It has happened before.
So many times no memory can capture.
I do not wish to lose what is unique and pure,
There are parts of light and wisdom I wish to regain,
Having slipped away,
Under the continual weight of the illusion surrounding us.
Stripped away by those that try to consume us,
To break our hearts,
To kill our spirits.
No one is coming to rescue us.
No clichés with meaning can solve any problems.
No platitudes of value provide any answers.
No therapist can fix such fractures.
But there is within us a type of magick that can be reached,
If we can find it.
To break out, cut free, re-form, start again,
With clarity of vision,
Led by heart and soul.
And not waste a second but,
Living every moment here and now. . .
Photo: Some cottonwood trees stretch to the sky and the photo editor turns it surreal 🙂