we came together a cold sunless night in december to celebrate the old way the passing away of the sun and the new one coming my neighbors and i
we grilled shish kabob in the backyard and drank winter ale and kept the fire while the kids swung in the hammock chair screaming and made fire sticks to write in the air and stuck their heads in the pool
we talked about things and sent occasional directives out to the children who hovered at the edge interacting with the elements or swooping in close for a carrot stick or a taste of beer or a roasted shrimp and back out again we held the core us adults stayed close to the fire - it needed us and we sampled every ale on the table
we talked about the years and toasted each other with a mild clunk only plastic cups can afford and when the time came to feed the fire i stepped boldly forward and thrushed out the brush pile for more stems and tops lined logs around the base and linked up with my comrades again
all alone or together the kids orbited the galactic center created new radii exchanged the atoms of their breathing with each other opened and closed black holes found shadow and light found the fence line looked back at us adults with a glance to see where we stood dangled bits of broken sticks in the water chased each other thru past thru the perimeter of the fire and with all their might hurled mighty spells out into the dark and distant night
when i find myself with nothing to speak of the door to myself opens a little bit and a soft light escapes
i usually walk right past looking for brighter lights and something to say something to do something to explain but occasionally i stop and open the door and go inside
sitting with me here on the table is a latte in a glass and the light reflects off it's side and into my eye
outside there are two balloons dancing in the breeze one orange and one red tied to the tree across the street
i'm waiting for migas with jalapenos to arrive and there is light coming from every side
i'm noticing i'm noticing i'm alive there's light when i close my eyes
we live in a world of conflict misunderstandings and missing in action
simple and sincere communication can resolve conflict but how do we communicate simply and sincerely ??
we are bombarded with information that is spun intentionally in order to elicit a response or unintentionally thru the opinions perspectives beliefs and assumptions of the speaker simple and sincere communication is rare
(i'm just thinking this thru . . . the whole idea started this morning in response to an email describing a conflict that happened and which represents one of many that have occurred in my life which ofcourse i took part in creating intentionally orunintentionally probly because i wasn't sincere or simple instead was looking thru one filter or another of my ideas assumptions beliefs and opinions) simple and sincere communication comes from a simple and sincere person so how does a person be simple and sincere ??
learn from those who are ?? yup that's a good answer
i have something to say about something i often do finding the right words is the way of writing which is my point writing used to be symbols and pictographs - glyphs as in gyroglyphs like the giant giraffe that used to roam africa : ) there see it happened again the gylph appears
my friend wrote me a letter the other day on email and signed it with .......__o .......\<, ....( )/ ( ) i couldn't figure it out until i read the subscript Riding 70 miles for a cure Tour de Cure 2009 ok now we have the same arcane symbology of our written language representing cryptograms in the form of bicycle riders the point as i type away on my apple computer book happily tapping keys assigned meaning by abc but also replete with apples and wizard signals and my typepad blog too with a full row of arcane pictographs along the top - 'my tool bar' ah yah i'm feeling like a cave man now working with my tool kit chipping away on the stone making fresh marks is that it all comes around in a big fat circle doesn't it and what does it mean to be human ?? and what is our origin ?? maybe your kids one day reading their kindle will know a question that we forgot what am i doing here ?? no really
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