When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which are our favourite stories to tell. It’s the risky choices which make for the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes. These are the choices from which we grow the most, both at the time and years later when we recount those moments. We are always learning from our experiences, even years after having them.
Layers and Sunlight
Layer upon layer
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
Burgundy, rosé and tawny
The low sun shapes sepias
Into amber and honey
Half of it is sky
Southbound 87
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl
The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick
Purple mountain majesties
Dunes shifting below
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
Purple mountain majesties
Illuminated
Sunrise serenade
In the morning
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau
I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau
From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands
On time as a healer of precious love
When I look back at that breakup
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
That first one
The one that was almost
But not quite
I feel the cut again
Like paper
Cutting flesh
Point Reyes Centering
To find the center
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
Of all that is
All that was
All that will be
I like the ocean best
A high overlook
With a hard onshore wind
Driving the breakers
Far onto shore
Yellow Sky at Night
The sun goes down while
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
The colour goes up
And it’s a beauty
A flood of neon yellow
How does the physics do that?
Red tide of fire
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays
Tnorala Dreaming
In the time of world-dawn
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens
When the ancestors dreamed
The world into being, raised
colour from the grey, formed
being from nullity
The women danced as stars
In the heavens