My Muses: Geology ~ In the best moments, like on the edge of the San Juan River gorge, that is the transformation I take with me, that feeling of personal divinity, as if I had touched the hand that makes perfection.
Tag: postaday
A million parallel universes
In 1996, standing atop Coit’s Tower, I scanned the city’s skyline, thinking about nearly a million souls living there, working, playing, getting over a cold, making love, fighting, watching Gilligan’s Island re-runs, having pizza and beer with friends, perhaps even taking photos of Coit’s Tower.
The Turquoise River
She looked at the long, thin meandering crack trailing down the foundation wall like a coursing river. She felt compelled to trail her finger over the length of it, feeling the raspy turquoise concrete, cool under her fingertip.
“I’ll have to go get some sealant,” her husband had told her.
“But that will ruin the paint,” she replied, with an emotion that surprised her. “I don’t have any more.”
“You have to fix it before it gets out of hand.”
“But it’s such a small crack!”
He paused.
Dream on, on to the heart of the sunrise…
Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP — DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me
Leap of Faith
There is a place in Zion National Park. Angel’s Landing awaits you at the peak of a narrow band of rock thousands of feet tall. As exasperatingly beautiful as the view is, the hike … the hike is neither for the faint of heart, nor the squeamish of heights.
Sentinels
The stout white sentinel
Stood watch in the valley
A phalanx of clouds advancing
Ahead of the coming storm
Stood watch in the valley
A phalanx of clouds advancing
Ahead of the coming storm
“Don’t worry”
Said the stubby, tenacious conifer
“I’ve got your six”
His platoon murmuring support
The Wide Ochre Land
I’ve heard it famously referred to as the wide brown land, but to me it is an expanse of ochre and red, tones more descriptive of its character. Australia is a rich land, but not overly saturated. Intense, but not glaring. One goes to ground here, becomes part of the earth, lives at a walker’s pace. Immersed in a hot bath of air, the heat fills my lungs, reddens my flesh, soothes my spirit.
Window and Wall
You throw yourself at life
With abandon
Maybe you hit the wall
Again and again
Leaving a bit of yourself behind
Every time
With abandon
Maybe you hit the wall
Again and again
Leaving a bit of yourself behind
Every time
But every time
You notice the window
The open space beyond it
The hopeful road
Leading somewhere promising
Who reminisces the foggy days?
On a bright sunny day
Under cloudless cobalt skies
A cool sea breeze
Taking the sting off the heat
Under cloudless cobalt skies
A cool sea breeze
Taking the sting off the heat
Bird song, children’s laughter and a bicycle
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