June 8, 2014
acres of open
acres and acres of open grassland like water in the wind
but grass sings differently than water, if you listen
Grass sings air
As it turns out, this is a whole different technical planet than what I’m used to. REALLY interesting, working from a base red like blood. It’s like looking at your hand with the sun behind it. Everything pulses.
On the treadmill today I close my eyes and listen to Africa
my shoulders stop fighting gravity and every muscle is fluid
easy, open, walking steady and forever like a nomad
eating distance like nourishment
interesting as I get closer to d-day – my camera has chosen today to refuse to focus…. I’ll just… let that happen
This is when the air lifts me and my wings spread out
My god, they are vast, these wings of mine, and I am Above
Not looking down but like an eagle, at everything
Soaring in the singing air
By tomorrow morning these two will be in the hall, and the next two up & talking. Stay with me, folks….
There’s nothing left but trust, at this point.
More to come, & happy Sunday to all,
K