Monday, March 29
Monday, March 22
Wednesday, March 17
Obscurity. When you are alone. Truly alone. It is so very quiet. But the quiet is so deafeningly loud that it makes my ears ring.
Solitude had its downside. This is it. To find that one kindred spirit is perhaps a mountain too steep, a river too wide, and a path too long for me to walk . This deep longing I must learn to let go of, for it no longer serves me.
Pain is perhaps an ally but it is not my friend. Tonight I am changed. Steeled against the cold, I wrap my cloak tighter, lest what little warmth I have left escapes me.
Tuesday, March 16
Saturday, March 6
My own humaness
The stories of humanity
Reverberate in my ears
The singular song
Of my own soul
Resounds in my heart
Sing to me the
Song of your soul
For the harmony to be found
In the delicate intertwining of our
Combined melody sings of
Passion and beauty so powerful
It transforms all it touches
It is this love song
That allows hatred
To be forgotten and
Compassion to flourish
Monday, March 1
Two Short, one long
As she exits the Eastern Colombia River Gorge I am awakened by the deep rumblings of an old friend.
For more than forty-five minutes I feel her presence. The matron's deep resonate vibrations massage my floor and tickle my bedroom window. Five miles away, a lilting chant cracks open the stillness of the quiet night air.
Two short, roooo woooo
One long, rooooooooooooooooooooo
Abrupt silence. Twenty or so minutes pass and the melody returns.
Outside my window now, two short, one long. Dogs bark and a car alarm goes off.
Roooo woooo, rooooooooooooooooooooo
Diesel engines smoke and snarl, electric motors whine and moan as a hundreds of boxcars, overloaded with grain crash and smash. Without mercy, beating the cold steal rails.
As she passes, I hear her brothers and sisters. Brakes howl and wheels cry out as they bite hard into the tracks. One by one they descend through that tight, decreasing radius turn that marks their exit from the gorge.
In two days time she will return.
Two short, one long.