Close your eyes and see it all; a rare glimpse into the quiet thoughts of my father.
Here is a song to accompany your reading. I particularly like this:
/In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
/Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Enjoy.
One July Twenty-Eleven And a Tom turkey gobbling away up in the woods behind us. The mocking bird sounds like the bird newscaster with an infinite vocabulary never seeming to make the same combination of sounds twice.
The crows(terrorists) are squawking in the distance as they raid smaller bird's nests.
The regular raider from above (Blue Jay) of the dog food was a minute ago announcing to the hood that breakfast was down.
A myriad of sounds from within the quiet all sounds very peaceful but with knowledge of systems in nature, in the peacefulness exhibited I know there is the struggle of survival- food? Water? Mate? Predators? Heat? Cold? Enjoyment?
Especially thinking enjoyment of living - watching the Purple Martins buzz me on the mower they appear to be playing a game of chicken only to zoom away in a 90 degree turn within feet of me... that too, is likely a function of their survival consuming the almost invisible small bugs stirred by the mower.
Is this all one species viewing another with inherent dissatisfaction of their "lot" wanting to experience the freedom and joys of another?
I enjoy flying... Is that an escape? Is sure is an expensive proposition to be like a bird while functioning in the transportation business.
Clothing - why do we find enjoyment in multiple colors and designs? Do we look at the birds and their many colors a intricate details of design and want or own?
The evolutionary psychologist would describe everything from dating to altruism in terms of an unconscious evolutionary drive for survival...
What a blessed confidence we are allowed to know that we are crafted in the image/likeness of Him, our Author.
I hope even today yours and my head and heart are wise with enjoyment to the ways of Him who created us.
This great complexity with ups and downs and thankfully some straight and level times is saturated with the opportunities of a realization of Him and being a functioning part of His creation.
The clouds rise and fall, fading from white to smoky blue and grays. Slim, steel beams faded to a murky brilliance reminiscent of the calm invitation on a cold water handle connect the sky to the familiar Chattanooga horizon. It feels like home. Water diamonds drip sporadically from the kidney bean red railings, subtly reminding onlookers' subconscious of the basic premise of our reality. Gravity. The unseen thing that stabilizes us. The smooth foam reaches my lips before the hot, grainy mocha spreads through my taste buds, successfully battling the hopeful gloom just outside the window, just outside my soul.
One of my inspirations is moving to Buenos Aires. Have always wanted to make that throbbing city one of the three cities I call home. I hope so much to visit him in the next decade. To say I am proud of him is an understatement. I look forward to letters and following this religiously.
I am 25 years old. No song for this era is selected yet. Almost always open to suggestions.
Something for you to hear. Don't judge, just listen.
Division Street, facing west
How many times have you heard someone comment that their seven year old child "could have done that," whatever the artwork might be?
I've made similar comments. And then I realized that while I might have the full capability of scribbling a few lines that look like a figure or erratically dripping paint over a canvas, I didn't. And then when I started doing I realized that there are so many more factors to art than the product. As an artist there is process, inspiration, finding one's creative methods, growing projects out of other projects, decisions, discernment, ideas, technical skill, etc, etc, etc that must be considered and determined. In the "art world" its timing, audience perception, buyers' perception, location, connections, promotion, etc, etc, etc..
Your seven year old might have been able to do that but they didn't.
Very close friends of mine said 'farewell' to one of their very close friends the weekend before last. A mother should never have to bury her child. This is not what we were meant for.
Upside: Getting to see most of my family
for at least a few hours each.
A sister was missing.
Don't I have a beautiful family?
What's black and grey and red on top?
'Nuh is missing.
Even better my brother and I drove manual from Chili's to his house. When I say "we" its true.
Peace, Love, and Curbs
We have the same wrinkle in our foreheads.
Winter once again,
knitting needles are out.
Two scarves down.
Final project to be shown.
