Right now there is a gigantic wave sweeping thru the lives of my friends and my little family. How do we ride this one out? I feel like if I could pick the most beautiful song to accompany me in this craziness it would be one to inspire magick. To resurrect the feeling of the wind on a young babe when she smiles while epic numbers of disembodied red, yellow and brown leaves congregate in green mown lawns and otherwise spotless streets. It's these leaves I once thought at the mercy of the wind but now after witnessing a fall in the midwest I see the leaves breaking free. Ready to join the universe in something new. Tree limbs are twisting and gain a silver golden hue. Light dances even though the sun moves further away from us at this time of year. Like a luminescence contained inside the tree is now unstable and unrestrained. Promising a snowfall or a door blown wide open by the force of natural wisdom. All this light blinds the shadows and provides them flecks of color even when something feels like its leaving or dying. Looking up the branches can be seen reaching for the sky. The leaves know alchemy is driving them. Particles dance all around in broad daylight in rainbow splashes, each increment a portal that opens our eyes.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Please - The Story 1968 Wind Blows Doors Wide Open
Right now there is a gigantic wave sweeping thru the lives of my friends and my little family. How do we ride this one out? I feel like if I could pick the most beautiful song to accompany me in this craziness it would be one to inspire magick. To resurrect the feeling of the wind on a young babe when she smiles while epic numbers of disembodied red, yellow and brown leaves congregate in green mown lawns and otherwise spotless streets. It's these leaves I once thought at the mercy of the wind but now after witnessing a fall in the midwest I see the leaves breaking free. Ready to join the universe in something new. Tree limbs are twisting and gain a silver golden hue. Light dances even though the sun moves further away from us at this time of year. Like a luminescence contained inside the tree is now unstable and unrestrained. Promising a snowfall or a door blown wide open by the force of natural wisdom. All this light blinds the shadows and provides them flecks of color even when something feels like its leaving or dying. Looking up the branches can be seen reaching for the sky. The leaves know alchemy is driving them. Particles dance all around in broad daylight in rainbow splashes, each increment a portal that opens our eyes.
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giant waves,
leaves,
old fashioned romance,
organ music,
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ships at sea,
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wild west,
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