Category: Concentrated Quest

Deep Life Questing in Concentrated Form.

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The Words As Your Offering: 6.19.17

6/19/17 7pm ________________________________________________________________________________________            ***** I will send you rain and low rumbling thunder to waken you while you lie in a warm room, on soft sheets under the light breeze of a fan and feel that all the world rises up for you. But you cannot stay curled forever.  I Read More …

Dream Trap: 6.19.17

6/19/17 5:35am ________________________________________________________________________________________ I awoke out of my slumber while dreaming of a captive snake: having to reign her in, after she broke through her tank and ate other animals; a voracious need to be let loose, biting at me as I grabbed at her any which way I could manage, as she burrowed under Read More …

Movement On Its Own Terms: 6.16.17

6/16/17 1:27am ________________________________________________________________________________________ I’ve been playing with animals recently. Watching nature. Chasing bugs with my cat; playing finger tag with my betta fish (yes…he plays tag); staring into the eyes of a young deer who was trying to hide; listening to the robin sing a song; admiring a gaggle of goslings, under the close supervision Read More …

Pumping A Heart by Hand: 6.9.17

6/9/17 6:50pm ________________________________________________________________________________________ When I was just eight years old, I knew for certain I wanted to be a heart surgeon. I don’t know why. It felt important. It felt right. Plus I couldn’t get enough of dissecting things; finding dead animals, killed by our cats and wanting to see how it all worked. I Read More …

Unto the Sky: 6.3.17

6/3/17 past midnight ________________________________________________________________________________________ And so what if I gave it unto the sky? I sought witness and the sky was there, ever present, always looking, and so I gave it all unto the sky, until there was nothing left to do but genuflect; and bear witness to the smallest creature I could find. Levels Read More …

Defiant Approval: 6.2.17

6/2/17 10:45pm ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sometimes it requires so much to give what we want to give, that intense periods of quiet and rest must be sat through, while we gather the strength. Perhaps this will appear as “hiding,” or not meeting your potential, in this crazed society of never-ending achievement. But that is purely up to Read More …

Capturing Blank: 5.27.17

5/27/17 2:10am ________________________________________________________________________________________ How can I capture clouds on a page? Steady, slow, expanding across my view. Grey and orange. White and pale blue. All at once ominous as well a perfectly peaceful resolution. How can I capture the lone hawk gliding above blue jays in branches,  a young cat playing with moths,  black and Read More …

Of My Mother: 5.15.17

5/15/17 10:54pm ________________________________________________________________________________________ And so we tirelessly strive to understand love. Walking the woods, wondering what it is. Roots twisting down into the dark unseen; vines curling up thick, hardened trunks  to mingle with the leaves. Staring into the green.         Staring into the green.                 Read More …

My Ocean: 5.13.17

5/13/17 past midnight ________________________________________________________________________________________ I thought I would say, “The rain is all I require,” until I thought of the ocean. My ocean. The one I know. The one I know like a dance in my body, seeping it’s way into my heart a long time ago. The moonlit ocean; for only in the dark Read More …

Answering Palms: 5.10.17

5/10/17 past midnight ________________________________________________________________________________________ Perfectly in my palms                            lie all the answers. ***                      *** They only sing so subtly I’ve forgotten.   Arm Study, Mara Lee Gilbert, 2012. ________________________________________________________________________________________