after weeks of apprehension, hours of confusion, the pot boils over filling the surrounding area with smiles and an effortfilled coo. the joy is unimaginable, the wait for another is murderous, but quite rewarding in and of itself. the bear forages then sleeps and even the elk have learned to stay next to the road this time of year................
the hours fill, the minutes pass, maybe one or the other, if and when it matters the misinformation which rules popular opinion will shatter and fall away, littering the ground with tiny shards waiting to be picked up and glued together to form yet another guiding principle to assessed against the standard of wisdom or knowledge. in the flurry of righting oneself, it is easy to assimilate one and let go of the other................
appropriately abrupt end to an evening, the clash of will he or won't he, the show of wills and gnashing of fingers, the give and take of give, selfless i am not and evidently i need to be shown over and over............and over and over.........
all things considered and by all accounts, this could be the end or the beginning, today i will lean toward the start and brush the dust off of a lazy posture, cheeks burn with the promise of the first frost, hands grasp the cold metal and turn to the right, i can hear the creaking now.......
intent is overidden by angst, therefore giving way to action, leading to reaction. there seems to be no way to read the waves of the day, a fluctuation of pressure and consumption in between sets of differing agendas. the journey, a road of varying difficulties, is paved with delicate violence for it seems we know no other way.
an outpouring of the past, passed, revolves tightly around the path of least resistance. these roads are paved with images "good" and "bad", a drably colored pop-up book with educational undertones, the likes of which can only be felt in retrospection, the earth moving too fast to keep up in real time. the last few weeks have seen a resurgence of home and the ideal of such, they have been a roller-coaster of productivity on all fronts, including the pasttimes of my life B.C.. this week i will be participating in numerous group shows. the list is as follows:
the ambiguity of morning is enchanting, no exact beginning or ending, it is in this area that i can become better acquainted with clarity, we are much like an infant nursing for comfort, not recognizing the limitations, we take in too much, use what we can, cry, and then leave the rest for someone else to clean up, this is be no means meant to be a reflection of a newborn's shortcomings, for they know nothing else................
