Semi-Daily Scribbles

Itinerary

There are lots of activities and attractions to keep you busy when you come visit H-ville:

Second-run movies and weekend swap meets at the Prairie View Drive-In.
Breakfast specials at the Chik'n & Biskit.
High School!
McAllister's Flowers.
Hanging out down by Cathedral Rocks along the Samson River.
Keggers in The Woods!
Hiking along Authority Ridge up to the alpine meadows.
Mountain Goats!
Drownings.
Unfortunate run-ins with wild animals.
Lost hikers.
Missing sisters.
Talking owls.
The Center of All Creation.
The Steps of Death!
Apple Harvest Festival Queen & Court.
Courtroom appearances.
Secluded rentals.
Herbal Procurement.
Roadside confessional.
Come Live Among the Sentinels!
Stay for a day but live year-round in H-ville.
Just passing through.
Picturesque Olde Growth!
Youth leave town and never come back.
River Guide and Fishing Excursions.
Watch the locals weave their ancient traditions.
Hearts & Souls on display in a museum.
Snatch up trinkets made to unreliably remember the past!
No one is forgotten in a town lost to memory.
Favored Sons are Always Protected!
DNA found everywhere but no one's come looking.

In Memoriam.

Shade

Sharon's hair (admit it. you don't know her name. sharon was your babysitter.) gleams like burnished bronze as she sits in a stream of March's best light. The scene inside the café reminds you of the time you stood nose to canvas with Bierstadt's California Spring (the interplay of sun and shade always has a sinister twinge, you feel.) Windows offer distorted views of sidewalks and shoes (no golden beam can save this city.) Sharon (not sharon) scratches her scalp just above the left ear and that totally alters your opinion of her.

Status Check

Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless
To pick up a pencil and scratch on a pad
is au courant
I favor keys clacking and mispelled words
makin' music without even tryin'

I like your voice better in the Meditative Hour
each breath
A Flower
No tension
No tightrope
No walker

Over turbulent water

This journey has found its feet

Soak It All In

The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge:

I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs.
Flukes don't like hot sauce.
Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes.
The key to beautiful skin is someone else's.
Plaid is The Path to Isolation.
The center of the universe is the solar plexus.
My spirit animal is the earwig.

still

an absence of bad
peace is but a quiet mind
existence exhales

open mic

competing voices
volatile spring sings loudest
lightning
chorus
bridge

April's Work

April sings us to sleep with her raindrop accompaniment. All is blustery and wild outside while we dream of abundant fields. April laughs at our wistful reverie. She wonders how we could possibly think one day can serve her. One day of remembrance is a mockery. April is budding beauty kept evergreen in poetry and postcards. A puddle, a pool, a landslide, a flood. Soon these tools April uses to subdue us will be lost. The wind will finish the work April begins. Earth receives its tribute as we toss and turn in restless slumber.

Head Check

 

Things that are good: not meant to be understood
Things that are bad:   make us come back
Return to the turnstile with one eye on the sky
The other on the lie
Forget all that was taught
It was memorized for naught
Yesterday's pain and confusion become
Stepping Stones and Building Blocks
Now a quick look over the shoulder
Signal
Change
Lanes

Verdant

Miracles are made out of tedium. Simple. You're welcome. One finds beauty in the verdant glade, summer's serenade, in secrets best kept locked away. Who knows one's heart better than...? Light shines in the skipped beat we never even missed. Joy is a spreadable substance. Try it. Repeat.

Change

The pool must be pretty on the surface. We would never come near it if we knew what it held. What hides beneath tranquility are all the dark thoughts and nightmares that seek to keep us firmly in our place. Frozen in fear. Shrunken with inactivity. A soothing reflection deceives. It is only fiction if no one believes. Make a ripple and invite the sediment to overwhelm. Process of elimination. It is all self-examination in the end. Jump in, ride the flow, and repeat as needed when hope disappears. Change has a way of calling each of us to task.