Three Ravens

Three ravens watch me from their sentinel line on the cart return frame.

Reworking the stone

After a complete month of putting small stones in The River, I'm going to proceed writing small stones as I can. I truly enjoy it; but, I think I may stray from how I originally set out.  I think a "small stone" can also be an observation of a thought or idea or even something heard.  Yes. It is about the words and writing; but, I want to retain the freedom to explore those small thoughts more fully. A stone has many sides. Some are simple like a river stone while some have jagged edges and many facets. Some have flecks of gold!

I was treated to a bit of cultural education by my daughter; we watched the Lord of The Rings Trilogy - Extended Version.  OK - I get it now.  It was beautiful and inspiring. And, in the middle of the movie I announced a revelation "WE NEED A PARTY!"

The sun returns gradually each day it lingers a bit longer and arrives just a tad earlier.  It doesn't seem so bleak now that spring is counting distance.   

I can feel the clover beneath my feet and hear the river rushing over rocks. I hear the whisper of the leaves. I hear the thunder rumbling in the mountains.

Tune fiddles, find your picks and bows we need a party! Friends new and old, dancing, singing, sharing, stories, drumming, a fire blazing brightly through the night, children, hugging, flowers, sweet tea and time. We need to celebrate.

Talkeetna to Telluride to the Blue Ridge - All are welcome!

 Let's celebrate!

January 28th

This cold is no longer poetic. It is no longer a temporary diversion or aberration. It is no longer romantic.  I’m weary of trying to make the best of it.  It has given me and my vehicle an acute case of Tourette’s. Theater patrons walk like aliens eyes cast to their feet, teeth clenched,  all skin covered, hand in pockets, steam curling from their nostrils, brisk stiff steps. We need to escape!

January 27th

In the sky deep sapphire blue, moon is a but sliver venus keeps vigil.

January 24th

There’s no moon
I wait
Cold seeps into my bones
I wait
I search the dark sky
I wait
Gradually you appear
I wait
You begin to dance
Some say you are bearing messages
I watch
I listen
You play your visual symphony in the starry sky
I’m trapped t by your Mysterious beauty
I wait
You come and go unannounced
I wait
I fear you not
I wait
Your visit is a blessing however brief
You show me I am at home
I wait
You will be gone with the dawn
I wait
I watch
I shiver
Someday you will dance for my children
They wait warm in their beds
Tonight it is just us
Two drifters in the night

January 23rd

I saw on the news that the sun was visible in Barrow today. In the dark of the moon on the frozen horizon a glowing hint of summer’s fervent sentinel mesmerizes.

January 21st

Celebrating his birthday the polar bear at the zoo chose the red frozen treat over the yellow one, of course.

January 20th

My dogs and I patiently wait out the winter together. They store tummy rubs and ear scritches for the time when their now soulful dark eyes will be gleaming with the sun’s mischievousness and this time of waiting will be but a memory.

January 19th

The wicked wind ruthlessly perpetrates its crimes. It violates, penetrates, deranges, binds, gags, steals, rages, rampages, maims, and murders. A spree unceasing on helpless victims.

January 16th

The wind always brings change. Chunks of sea ice collide into unbreakable ranges. Miles grow longer. Eventually, everything surrenders to the persistent wind.

January 14th

Poor old dog can’t find summer or sunlight. Its not out either door.  

January 11th

Clouds conceal the moon. Melting snow drips from the roof. All awaits the tempest.

January 8th

Glowing liquid crystals and tiny bits of sand bring to me the whole world on a wave of electricity.  I find shovelling snow restores the soul. Shovelling code steals it away. How clever we are making the crystals dance.

January 3rd

Moon rises in an ice blue sky as the pink sun sinks behind the trees.
A lone pine’s silhouette shivers against the snow covered mountains
crystallized between night and day