Enjoy. Settle in.

All these marvels jigsawing across the floating screens in my head.  It is two weeks since I've blogged but that doesn't stop me from composing in my mind.  From wanting to tell you, funny computer page, about the yellow fall light it's different not for its bright but its shadows, how a dark edge can make the radiance so much more succinct   Understand, if you can, the way the brown earth rises from the sea at Crystal Cove, how the crowns of land remind me of low tide on the Choptank River where I used to jump from tump to tump, where the fragmite grows.  I want to tell you that my friend is on the road in canyon country and that talking to him made me see the Anasazi riches and how the gnosis of that energy once lived me deep and whole on that same land.  Made me smell the high-nosed sugar of the black-green pines, made me exalt Coconino coconino...ahh Kaibab.  O to truly live off the land.  Enchanted.  Poet wanderer on the road, any person on the road.  And me, for the first time, the first ever when talking to such a person, did not yearn to move, felt no ache no pressing that said go get out go be and allow, no hard thin line in me with no words but an urge that says must go be simply in the flow.  Do you get it white page?  What that feels like, the outbreath?  The exhalation of these roots, straight down are meant to grow?

I spent last fall in the mountains under the tall trees.  I watched magic manifest. I am here now, fall again, a different setting, just as blessed.  I am plugged in to this, am plugging in now, to my real life.  To what I want to build, to grow, powering on and in to the best parts of who I am.  Or can be, or become.  As recently as (my most recent) trip east I was near that quitten point, with the drain-strain of exhaustion nipping at my heels and running tapes in my head. The only thing worse than regret is doubt and I believe the two shadow box from an arm with two fake fists.  Thankfully the lesson of retract curved me in its hand, I remembered the heir of patience which is acceptance, blends to compassion, softens in to loving tenderness with my self.  Is the gentle loving hush that sings Slowww down.  Sink down.

Enjoy...
Settle in.