I have developed a fondness for the word “thing”- albeit, it is somewhat of a love/hate relationship.
My use of the word “thing,” usually coincides with episodes in my life where I know that if I am using the word “thing,” I am experiencing some type of mental block. At these times, it is as if the universal vacuum has descended from above to clean out my cranium. Just like any other vacuum, the universal one can accidentally suck up useful things as well as cobwebs.
The universal vacuum likes information. And, just for your information, I am all for loosing such things that constitute life’s most embarrassing moments from my memory bank.
But does it really need to suck out my brain’s capacity to access its inner dictionary?
At such seemingly unintellectual times; those I can only define as brain dead moments, it makes me wonder – where’s the thing? Meaning, my brain! Continue Reading »
I’ve seen the Thunder Birds again. They’re dark ominous creatures, larger than their brothers the eagle. They’re accompanied by lightning bolts and thunder. At one time I feared their appearance. Now, I realize Thunder Birds warn me not to give my fear power. Continue Reading »
"Northward the slope descended to a dim line of canyons from which rose an up-flinging of the earth, not mountainous, but a vast heave of purple uplands, with ribbed and fan-shaped walls, castle-crowned cliffs, and gray escarpments. Over it all crept the lengthening, waning afternoon shadows." (Zane Grey)
Amarelle’s eyes filled with knowing and fear upon hearing disembodied words that intoned those of Nell. She shrunk from the sound of her kind mentor’s out-of-body voice as it spoke to her and her alone – words unheard by others who were not gifted at hearing the spirits beyond. To Amarelle, Nell’s soft sounding voice seemed like a merciless sting. One could only feel a stab like that if they had conscience then acted against it. Guilt’s vice like grip clenched at Amarelle’s stomach causing her to lurch forward. It made her feel sick. Continue Reading »
The astrologers say that, “It is a big energy day.” I am somewhat bemused by their prediction.
Big energy or “quickenings,” as I call them can cause problems in a conflicted world like ours. Since the day is only beginning however, only time will tell the tale of this quickening. Continue Reading »
I am fiercely loyal to family and friends but I have learned that loyalty can be a detriment when it comes at your own expense through them.
I am fiercely loyal…
My mother always taught me, “If you can’t say anything nice; don’t say anything at all.” However, it goes without saying – our society has become addicted to drama or tragedies which cause traumas in life.
Tragedies are forces to be reckoned with that cannot be controlled. Lack of control causes us to behave badly. We all succumb to poor behavior once in a while. Humans have a tendency to fall backwards into bad habits when faced with ongoing stress in their lives so often time’s words are the weapons of choice used in defense of one’s self. We can all relate to the power of words.
Words can be destructive. Sometimes, we are in so much pain we cannot see the true shape of our kingdom which is in ruins. When people are not happy they become saboteurs. They can become their own worst enemies by spreading hurtful gossip or hurling stinging insults at other’s they care about to their own unfortunate peril then excuse their behavior by uttering quips. Continue Reading »
The land I live upon has a magical essence. It’s magical because of the creatures who share it with me. This spring, some creatures flew in from the south and nested along the dam which runs west and south of our property. So quite naturally, I am facing southwest while I reminisce about the Canadian Geese.
The term used for a flock of geese or a number of geese together is gaggle; and gaggle they did. A large social celebration commenced immediately upon their arrival. Continue Reading »
They were like vultures circling prey. Their beady eyes revealed a fear of death. But, the same eyes reveled in Nell’s. They waited expectantly to tear flesh from bone strip by strip. Once in a while, a brave one bounced forward. Its awkward peck was designed only to intimidate. Does the prey still have courage? Does she still fight? Then its own cowardice would over-take it and the vulgar creature would hop backward into the crowd to seek safety.
Nell pitied them, they were so ugly. She noticed their bare heads grow red in the twilight. They hunched forward. The sun receded. They grew restless and cold, pulling their cloaks toward them like wings, tight to their bodies. “Witch,” their raspy drawn-out voices hissed, “Burn Witch.” Continue Reading »
Earlier, he’d pursed his lips, tossed the newspaper aside and decided that even though the state of the world was depressed, he could still improve his grammar. The word of the day was weltscherz; a noun meaning sentimental pessimism, sorrow that one feels and accepts as one’s necessary portion in life. Continue Reading »
Spring pulls at my heart and I awaken, like a slumbering bear emerging from hibernation. The morning frost glitters like jewels. The air is sharp and fresh. I fill my lungs with the healing odors of pine, cedar, birch and willow. It’s good to be alive. My heart swells. I can hear its strong beat playing in rhythm with the earth mother. The sun is stroking me from head to toe. Its warmth fills me with power. The rest of my body is awake. I am hungry, famished. Continue Reading »
Too much giving and not enough receiving has emptied my cup. It is lying empty in the frozen desert of time.
But, the only constant in life is change and the sun has risen.
The environment is beginning to thaw. Water is running alongside my cup. Some ripples are nudging it. I think, “Yes, it will start to fill up soon!” Just then a foot appears out of nowhere and cruelly stomps my cup flat leaving me with a feeling of exasperation. I’m not sure what to do now. The cup will not hold water any longer both ends are open. I am confused. Sadly I realize if I had the proper materials and experience, I could repair my cup. It would be different but the cup still might hold water in its unique new form.
The wind has created heavenly visions on the sky blue canvas
I can’t even think sitting here! There is an incessant raging roar emanating from the North West direction. The wind appears to have declared war on this vast frozen countryside. I begin to think Hell has frozen over and everything I’m seeing and feeling is just an illusion in the grand scheme of things. The winds bellowing, whistling, moaning and groaning belies the fact the sun is shining today and extending an invitation to come outdoors regardless of the winds assault. My head spins, the muscles in my body tense and knot as the unwanted elemental vibrations invade my energy fields.
At times, balanced processes of thought seem impossible to maintain simply because nature herself throws turbulent forces at us which we are unable to control. We must then contend with forces we do not consider normal. Sometimes change can be thrust upon us by nature. Unnatural forces can arrive on wings of fury to move us away from our well-intentioned focus, determined to distract us. Continue Reading »
