They call, I cry

The mountains call me.

I hear them calling my name.

All day, all day. They shout for me.

They offer their rocky embraces as solace.

Their high peaks as a beacon.

On their craggy facades I see peace, love.

Dear one, they cry, come to us.

We can protect you.

Not obeying is unbearable Agony.

For nothing cherished

can hope to compete

with the brilliant wildness in their faces.

It hurts not to run to them- to a place I know I belong.

But I am needed here.

And here I will stay.

Songs that make me smile

There are some days when things aren't going so well.
Some days when the world seems cold.
Some days feel like they will never end.
But on those days I listen for the birds.
I look for the chickadee, small and chipper,
perched in the branch of an old oak.
I listen for the gold finch. Singing its sweets song,
its breast a magnificent yellow.
On those days I hear the mourning dove.
Its sad, sad song.
When the world runs me down
I listen for the birds
I look at the wide blue sky
and I smile.

Count on Friends

So there's this guy walking down the street and he falls into a great big hole. A doctor walks by and the guy yells up to the doctor, "Hey, I fell into this hole. Can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it into the hole and walks on.

A priest walks by. The guy calls up to the priest, "Father, I've fallen into this hole. Can you help me get out?" The priest says a prayer, throws down a Bible and keeps walking.

Next a friend of the guy who fell into the hole walks buy. The guy calls up, "Hey buddy, I'm stuck in this hole and-" before he could finish, his friend had jumped into the hole with him.

"What the hell are you doing," the guy says, "Now we're both stuck down here!"
"Yup." says the friend, "but I've been down here before, and I know how to get out."

Burning down the (chairs?)

A Crack in the Ice

Swirling dreams

When I was younger I used to dream of a world

filled with breathable water.

where you could swim from room to room

without discomfort- without fear of drowning.

In those dreams the water was warm,

never too hot or too cold

and life was a constantly changing current of swirling transcendence

In those speculations I was a sleepwalker

caught in a state between awakening and a restless dreamer.

In those dreams I was liberated.

I was lighter than air and freer than the bird on wing.

The world was a glowing brilliant blue.

And then that dream changed.

The crystalline water turned dark and suffocating.

The trance became disturbing rather than uplifting.

And I would wake up afraid, instead of soothed.