The mountains have long stood and guarded the plains, while a thousand summer evenings have sighed and slept. They have seen children created and homesteads blown away by western winds that through the valleys have swept. They judge not but they keep their faces to the light and in the evening they tenderly cradle the stars. Young cattle grow restless in the heat of the night and flushed couples tumble out of crowded bars. I wonder about the secrets of yours that they hold as you lay down amid the debris of another day’s labour.
This comes with gratitude since, for a brief while, you saw something within me that resonated within you. And isn’t that life, entirely?
I have just left work after a busy day of teaching to find that my blog has surpassed 100 followers this afternoon. Thank you so much to everybody who has liked, subscribed and commented so far–I have enjoyed your feedback and loved exploring your blogs, too! It seems, now that I am writing with more regularity, that my blog is drifting into many subjects beyond just the minimalist theme. Many of you may have found the same thing when starting your blogs… I hope you don’t mind. Things, of course, perpetually evolve and change, and all of the things I
Show me the weariest part of you, the soft and sodden heart of you that trembles in the silence and in the absence of friends. Show me the darkest thoughts that come like twisting shadows, blocking the sun. Show me the fractures, the wild projections of your lens. I’ll show you the tender root of me, the shaking child and the soaking leaves, all the concepts and lies on which my Self depends. And we’ll see then, in the cloud of our gloom, the spacious sky and the strawberry moon, and the love and the light that burn without end.