Although it appears that I sit here, still I move the air surrounding, with each breathe, I pull the energy from the dark roots of the earth, there is mud under my nails and dried clay in my pores, All of history resides in that compost, every gain and loss compacted under rain and ice, …
Nothing but blackish skeletons in a dense fog At 31°, as steam wafts south from my coffee mug, Breathe vapor wafts south on my out breathe, the earth must be moving, Even the fog is moving south. Neighborhood birds are still warm in their tree nests, It is quiet enough, to listen for The sound …
One day under the suns’ heat a huge part of the illusion we share with this reality passes, literally disappears. a discerning ear may hear the stress crack in the glass even before we see it. but on this day the stress line between the mind and heart has felt the shock and fractured. As …
in honor of our mutual friend Fletchers’ birthday Feb. 6th, i’m returning for a few listens to Toms’ wonderful song Take to The Sky. Random SkyBlue Studios · Take To The Sky by Tom Passamonte
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it was light enough, still the cloud filled sky, moving, ever moving, ever cloudy while you skipped, hopped through the yard, eventually balancing on several Terra Cotta pots, sitting by the Jade plant, you extract one oval leaf, and bite by bite you begin to feed quickly with your front teeth, i watch afraid to …
remember the creeky, narrow, winding stairs up to the bedrooms of the farmhouse remember pumping water from the well outside the kitchen door remember the outhouse remember cows that sleep standing remember riding on the tractor, while the father plowed the field remember the men going out at night to put out a grass fire …
Relationships molded us and drove the changes. Thinking of who “made an impression”, who help mold you, it was probably a parent, a teacher, a coach, a guide. It wasn’t an organization seeking a measurable outcome or metrics. it wasn’t a person looking to create a system to scale. It was just a person doing …
every parent knows, after the existence of the child, the logic is different. it is instantly clear that the life of the child has infinite dignity. it is worth the grief, even if the candle is only lit for a short time. once a child is born you’ve been seized by commitment, the strength of …
i am the describer of events running out into thunder to capture the words to describe the feelings of the energy the effects of the lighting and the moment, in nothingness, where energy meets earth… and it is always at an unspecified time so i must always be ready… ready to surrender to an unknown …
