Thursday, November 24, 2005

pier One

Eternity Knocks

Some change is expected. Seasons, aging, perspective, coins. Night, tide, weather, moon. Mood, grieving, laughter, shift. Expected. Within context of experience, within boundary of knowledge.

Now, looming on the edge of awareness, a daybreak on the edge of first morning’s light - appears possible - a change unexpected. A glimmer of anticipation sparks. What if all that i have known to be true is Change?

O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, theinconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. (Shakespeare)

The unknowable, the unchangeable. Beyond imagination. Beyond expected. Beckons.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


Mantle of Dreams

Winter must be setting in. At last. I love the quiet shelter of the dark, cold nights. Fertile soil is this time of the soul... a time to spin dreams of silk and satin and faerie tale wings. Shhhh ~ listen ~ the Knock at the Duir calls ~

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

open skies

An Invitation

I've been a bit pre-occupied lately writing about Oil Depletion over on the Web-of-Life wiki. I've yet to write about the beauty I've come to see in it.... but I will :)
If you feel so inclined to read it, I would really appreciate your feedback. I'm curious to know what you think about the potentiality that lies in ' running out of oil '.