Monthly Archives: November 2010

THE LEAVED ROAD

THE LEAVED ROAD I’ve been walking out in the old woods, yesterday in the winds and rain — the paths. And that’s been a good voyage, thinking about the move to the city this morning. And all the time — … Continue reading

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WHAT IS THE WAY, ANY WAY?

WHAT IS THE WAY, ANY WAY? I was working in the dark, in the office alone — early work, night was still fallen. I was thinking about this, for myself. “Who are you, any way?” Of course, I’m thinking about … Continue reading

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LIGHT

LIGHT STREAM IN….TOUCHING LIGHT, WHERE YOU FIND IT. STRETCHES OF LIGHT, THAT CAN BE TEXTURES IN PLACE. When I travel, the idea of looking into the light, when I find it streaming, a streak across the floor — marbled, slatted, … Continue reading

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The Y

Y? I ponder the way, the crossroads turning — I’m going one way, then another; as I walk that road, I come to the letter, the way — and it’s telling me there’s a juncture there; it might be hat … Continue reading

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THE SYMBOLISM OF THE GATES: PORTALS OF TRANSITION

While the wind storms, the days are darkening, there’s a crossing between the sensing of light – and the paths of darkness. I walk, I move, to the light side from the dark, and from the light, back into the … Continue reading

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THE LONG WALK BACK

THE LONG WALK BACK I was thinking about the ancient way of the forest, back — 800 years ago, when the seedlings were new; and the roads, that made their way there, they simply can’t survive — much as they … Continue reading

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BEING LOST

Picture by Dawn (of, and treated by, Tim Girvin) BEING LOST ………………….. WORKING + BEING IN A CERTAIN PLACE There’s one thing, to the idea of working in other places in the world — learning to be there: work there, … Continue reading

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a sphere of light

A sphere of light The most extraordinary mist crept in, unfurling clouds and glowing rolls of fog, that spun and turned in, one on another, until you couldn’t see anywhere. The patterning, only molecules of water, tints of grey, and … Continue reading

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The road

The road When I go out there. I’m looking for the long road — what’s out there, the long running. Like any road, really, can you see to the end of it? Out on the prairie — the long reach … Continue reading

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