Teleconference the specifics Meet with the folks that make the checks Review the schedule If we do this, We can erase the next eight months of our lives Are you ready for that?
Of course. Just let me re-crunch The numbers… Dollars with wings.
Hey, I woke up this morning Thinking about the thing. You know The thing That will keep us up at night?
Good. We’re on the same page. I hope you can run fast. This moving train isn’t going to wait for you. It’ll either wear you out Or cut you in half But you can’t go ’til I say go.
Such is the life in construction. “Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it.” When my work day is over…I’ll just mosey on down to the rusty buckwheat fields. Watch the bees and really learn something.
My mother would need to deliver that line to us every single night. Four boys in one room will not stay silent very long. The concept of “going to sleep” is an interesting idea when we think about it. Is it a place….like Paris? Sleep is not tangible, yet we say ” I need to get some sleep”. We can’t touch it, but we know when we’ve had it. We have it even though we cannot touch it….yet… it touches us.
When we are very young we hate it. When we are adults we like it, but ignore it. When we get older we can’t ignore it.
Maybe, “having it” is the impossibility. “Experiencing it” is more appropriate. We experience it, then we are done with it for a time.
Sleep is my next project. Not to “go there”….to that sub conscious wonderland where we dream and work out our anxieties. Rather, to send others there. Either with eyes open in meditation (conscious sleep), or in the traditional sense.
This video is a rough draft of what will be a much longer rendition to take the viewer/hearer to that end.
Sometimes we just see frames and the imaginary worlds these frames make before our eyes.
Music composed from sampled “phrases” and added nuances.
It seemed a thousand years that I had walked along this trail. Much has changed in a few weeks of absence. The swallowtail have returned in full force, Their flight patterns still intact after these many years.
I spied a nest-box with twigs spilling out of its entry. Inhabited no doubt. Training my camera on the entry, I saw a bird fly in to my right periphery.
It was a wren. And it did not like me entering it’s space. The bird had work to do. Mouths to feed. And this big lug was triggering the defense intuition ingrained from countless generations.
Birds typically have several communicative skills. Calling, singing, and warning are the basics. The wren’s sounds were most certainly warnings. Heated curses in human language. “Get out, stay away, can’t you see I have work to do?”
So brave is this little one, with babies calling. The power of instinct pushing it to accomplish an ancient wonder….the reproduction of life. I will never again venture too close if I can help it. I tried to apologize, but it was already away and looking for another meal.
Such are the experiences on the trail. A cathartic release for me. Life and death for others. Still, the sun set as always, darkness fell, and the cycle reset for yet another day.