… a placeholder for sketches about present moments.
Illustration possibility for Finder of Lost Things story . Excerpt from music score:
A god rose up at dawn and gazed across the land
He saw the rosy morning light; he saw the empty sand
He breathed a dream that had no end, he peopled it with life
He filled the mountain streams with fish, he sang till all was right
I bring to you, the god cried out, this finder of lost things
Lost love, lost joy, lost knowledge, lost water in our streams
This being wild and pure as light, and diamond quick as rain
To change your hearts from pain to peace and bring you joy again
John Steinbeck wrote about the redwood, “The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.” … but I’ll keep on trying:
Homework assignment for Monday… create a collage with theme. “Two Worlds” is an interpretation of twenty plus years working between the bay area, crossing golden gate bridge, bay bridge at times, working in transamerica pyramid, and the other world, concurrently working as Fire Keeper and dancing in prayer to the west, north and east of Black Butte and Mt. Shasta. It all begins with a song.
On this particular inauguration eve I can’t help but offer prayers for our Mother Earth, to her People, to be healed of hatred, greed, lust for power, control, and foster an end to man’s attempt to establish dominion over nature.
Take Me To Your River. We are all related.
I recall a time when I was about 10 years young, when my Dad and neighbor took me camping and fishing in the “High Sierra’s.” Traveling from the upper reaches of the un-tamed Kern river, we made our way west to the foothills, just east of California’s central valley. July is hot and our canteens were empty. Thirsty, with no 7-11’s back then, nor roadside stores, some thing inspired my neighbor Ben to make a turn along a dusty logging trail. He found a creek. A creek of clear, clean, cold mountain water was heaven found.
Grandmother Moon keeping a close eye on Mother Earth and Lily S’s recent words on Salmon Journeys preceding the November 14th “super moon:”
“Perhaps that light will illumine what we ultimately decided. Perhaps it will shine some clarity on our impatience with ourselves, our values, our neighbors, and our country. And perhaps it will light our way to the future. Perhaps in its reflected glow, we will further separate wheat from chaff and find some grains of truth, some necessary nourishment with which to strike out toward tomorrow and the peace-on-Earth-for-all that many of us want but few of us know how to attain.”
Lily here and now… at Starbucks, at river side. Song playing “Many Rivers to cross, but she can’t seem to find her way over. Wandering I am lost as I travel along… many rivers to cross and it’s only my will that keeps me alive. I’ve been licked, washed up for years, and i merely survive because of my pride. … loneliness won’t leave me alone, its such a drag to be on your own” Jimmy Cliff – many rivers to cross.