A bird on the hand

by | Jul 28, 2008 | Diary

Just as I was leaving, I heard this high p i t c h e d sound, like the tiniest call, with a flutter w h i r r i n g that rustled to a kind of quiet that I almost missed it, that sound just as I was leaving. tsg | decatur...

Looking

by | Jul 20, 2008 | Diary

It’s in my path to find that way to explore that place, where light is regained anew, when I go out there, to find again that here, that is just some times forgotten and I reach to recall, call back, that harkening glimmer light, amidst the scintillant flicker...

Offerings

by | Jun 30, 2008 | Diary

Creating personal rituals, altars and prayers. I do believe in this: making offerings. And in that, making place for that to happen. Making Place. For Offerings. What that might comprise, those offerings, is about the nature of what is offering, and what is prayer....

What sense, am I?

by | Jun 29, 2008 | Diary

What sense, am I? I am, what — sense? “Hornkostel cites a tribe that has a separate word for seeing, but employs a common term for hearing, tasting, smelling, and touching.” [A.G. Engstrom, “Philological Quarterly,” XXV, 1946] I wonder...

That mystery

by | Jun 9, 2008 | Diary

All night, there has been a running river of sound that flows beneath where I live out here. And in the morning, what of it, there is, a softening muffle, in sight, clings to the far shore, and slides in over the now quiet waters, the riverine murmur slows, and hangs...