The Land

The land. The ground under our feet. The land, its people. Its people are the land. The land can carry many people. We come. We go.

Social fabric. So silly, so surface. 

It is on the surface,

                                  only.

 In the rocks, in the trees, runs the land's steady energy. Like a slow heartbeat.

It cares not about games. If it's not childrens' games. Or better yet, adult children still playing hide and seek.

Hide first, then seek.

The land,

                 the land,

                                 the land.

A morning walk

Curiosity Didn't Kill the Cat

"Curiosity didn't kill the cat. It gave him nine lives."

I found this sentence,

in my own journal,

drinking morning coffee.

This is one brilliance with journal writing. You can write messages for yourself to find. You may not even know what they mean when you write them. These messages are special. Specially designed you might say. Just for you. You talking to you. Absolutely brilliant, is it not? 

"Curiosity didn't kill the cat, it gave him nine lives."

Then comes the question - what does it mean? What did I mean?

I have no idea to tell you the truth. But I'm surely curious to find out. 

A good way to start the day for sure.

Photo- courtesy of Pexel

Weaving Story

I'm weaving a story now - of my life. It's nice. We need stories, to make sense of the world - and ourselves. Sounds egocentrically perhaps. It isn't. It's the most important story of all.

Walks - Roots

You have to be careful though, it so easily gets kidnapped. Cause others want to make sense, of your life - too.

Sometimes with the best of intentions, sometimes not.

Journal - Dreaming Elf

I just realized my watch stopped. It's a silly watch found by my love on a street in New Orleans. A silly, golden, pretty, wonderous thing. It's easy to get a little freaked out by watches stopping - if your a symbolism nerd that is. We all know what stopping watches and broken clocks usually mean - in storytelling through the ages; time stands still, something is lost, or the like.

Walks - Pretty things on the side of the road

But I don't think there's anything to worry about. Or, perhaps that's exactly what it is. In the best sense of the word. One life ends, another begins - with all its worries, struggles and wonderous, wonderous things to see, to be, to live within.

Travel Tales From Unknown Realities - Chapter 4

A boy, a family, a pony, a seemingly ordinary day, and then, a very mysterious encounter. This encounter gave a mark for life. Storytelling time continues. Michael tells tales. Chapter 4 of Travel Tales From Unknown Realities.