2013-08

three days later, the lake at our fingertips. weather changes, the air electric past orgasmic hum and activity becomes manic. rain falls gently, thunder in the distance, lovers gaze, this paradise smiles. clothes on, clothes off, clothes on, clothes off

"eagle falls from the sky…?" universe answers :"you shall see my offspring in a nest over a bridge." yes, i answer and i look upon this flightless creature, pushing into the headstrong wind. It's learning is the truth. the exact moment it will need to leave the nest. Completely alone. and yet, there is no fear. 

Lilloett Region #66. There is an openness to us both. We are free and untethered. There are no expectations. We have never been here before and we are not afraid. It's easy and hard. there are still eyes that question although we are okay with those questions. They are easy to answer. The music changes everything. People become open. They are not afraid. I love you and the music we weave together. It's alive and the room turns on. Birdhouses and jade, bringers of energy. the clouds drift past, we drift along timing is my friend. she senses my coming and prepares the way…connections are easy and challenging all the same.

I buried a bird today in the backyard. I found it struggling on Main street and I took it into my hand. It died in my hand and I saw the life fall out of its eyes. It was warm at once and then the energy left it. Where did it go? back into the energy - it returns to itself. a quiet sunday and it seems all the world is mourning…R.I.P...

blossoms, waves, lines, x's, cloverleafs, natures savage havoc, conch spirals and rose petals, his and hers, hearts arrows pointing north you believe…the irony of it all is when you say "i'm not a normal person" you are…when you close your eyes and dream at night you're just like everyone else with dreams and love and hope. and in the daylight you can be whoever you are…a dreaming man. It's no problem.

2013-07, Part II Charlie Lake, BC

Dear Journal,

out of the woods, into the lake. Cool skin, hot sun, spices descend. Nothing awkward, depth in everything. Spoken word as a prayer to the gods. All the beauty enveloping, circles encircling circles, the horseshoes hooking each other, luck in the stars and every raindrop keeping time.

My uncle and aunts' 50th wedding anniversary; familiar loving faces turn over with time. Awash in love and blood ties. The cycle of life carries on, in my sibling genes. I'm so happy, living this dream of the everyday. Sunshine, lakeside crystals in the air, a road that goes nowhere + time stands still. Asking questions, getting to the bottoms of things. In between the music of living, words are spoken. Precious.

the dreams come easily here. under a blanket of stars, the awe returns…childlike laughter, easy decisions and thoughtless actions. the scorpio and the fish floating along in a baby blue canoe. the wind dictates direction, magic controls the world. washing clothes and cooking food…spending time filling time with each others energy...

"how are people made?" -with energy..."why do we need to eat?" - for energy…it's all energy. creating, destroying and all the mutations in between.