A dark storm is in
I should say
3
An eclipse
A blood moon
A celebration
March 6
9:44
Clear site
Round and round and round we go
March 7
7:00am
Out of an old carved Aramaic box out jumped golden rabbits and eggs of all kinds.
March 8
10:16am
And I heard the mountain would be on fire.
March 9
7pm
The drums played and the smoke rose the dance around the fire, the Djiin released
March 10
9:18
And then a win
10pm
The lions share
10:09
It’s written
March 11
3:33
On a bed of roses, fragrant and bright
March 12
11am
Thorns abound on vines, fragrant and bright. Watch your shoulders carefully through the channel open.
9:50
I’m looking about
It could be compared to the Edwardian times when Great Britain had started its sad departure of empirialism. The moment the greater class finally saw their servants but still did not acknowledge them.
Beauty
Cells
A conversation with my mother
“I’m going to plant an Eastern Star to be seen from the sky, so people on planes might see it.”
“They won’t know what it is.”
“It doesn’t matter if they don’t know what it is, it’s the beauty for them to see, the hidden out in the open.”
Be still and listen
One day I’ll tell you a story
The wine poured before the cooking of the lamb over a fire, oiled and herbed under the planet parade.
I have so many questions.