Monday, September 27, 2021

Nothing to Everything


Nothing to Everything
     -dedicated to Beauty Abounds

You are the bones of mountains,
the juice of fountains-
the eyes that have it.

Now yell it. 

Boo, make do with what you have to do.
Be fire's ash, the tsunami's smash-
a moonlit rabbit.

Girl, do NOT quell it;
you can not foretell it.

Make yourself at home
in Tiamet's bones-
Sister Splash, you are not alone.

We mend, and so upend our mistakes.
Permit the mountains to quake,
under the moon.
And let the cold river sing-

You are nothing....
until you are everything.

Wednesday, September 8, 2021

Good to See You.


Oh hi. 

It feels a little like logging back into MySpace and seeing the empty rooms and remnants of an old party. We did have fun, didn't we? 

Lots has happened since we last spoke, and I'm sure as much on your end of things, and rather than clog up a ghostly channel on the past, let's move forward. I've been feeling an urge to just take a step back, to NOT keep up with the newest, the latest, the up-to-datest of Tik-ity Toks, Reels, Feels and Eels. I do appreciate SOCIAL MEDIA but man, am I tired of it ruling how I engage with fellow human beings. 

So I'm going to get a little old fashioned, aka old school, but who knows how long this will be the deal. All I know, is that I LOVED connecting with other back in the "blogging days," how creating was just as much fun as the posting, and I'm going to send a little tendril out here to check in. 

I hope you've been safe and healthy and good.