~Here is a poem and a link to new pictures. I will post soon with some new stories to share~
http://picasaweb.google.com/alwaysjackson/BlogBethlehem#slideshow/5437449580546608786Blue Ink
Standing in the sparkle and intimacy
Of a Byzantine church
I have not a reference point.
I have no memories to make
This any more real, or less
I am by myself
In the bowels of the universe.
And laced with the anxious tremor
Of not knowing where
To lay my head tomorrow night
I am
Writing this poem
On the back of my hand
In blue ink
For all the world
To see.
Wait 'til you take a shower or wash your hands and get to ponder on the metaphysical ramifications of watching your genius washing down the drain.
ReplyDeleteNice lines. You are chiseling away the course rock.
yeah...like kevin said
ReplyDeleteoops! sorry i'm slow seeing this and commenting. it was pretty crazy here at the beach with extra people, but now it's just mark and kate and viola. viola is naping, and mark and kate are playing our version of long-distance bocce on the huge flat oregon beach in front of the house. they will all leave tomorrow - mark to canada to ski, and kate and viola to la for a couple days before they fly home to florence.
ReplyDeletei love the newest photos. and as much as i like the ones that show where you are, i like even more the photos of the people that you see, especially the children. it reminds us of how much more the same we are all, rather than how different. love, emily c xo
This new set of photos is my favorite so far. Reminds me of the India ones you took... kt
ReplyDeleteMy Dear One--Anam Cara--
ReplyDeleteYou have run a true spontaneous vision quest gauntlet. You are not being spared experience. You are being invited, challenged, to maintain balance through subtle body work, through energetics, through the richs of Intuitive Technology. You are learning to love your Native Language in the way that only expatriots can love. You are learning to count on your sense of an "international" language, which always includes the Somatic, the Body Language and Wisdom which crosses over all barriers.
My Dear--there is no better way to be inducted into the great international Tribe. Now, you go to Mary Branley.
The world has opened herself to you like a flower. You have no requirement but to BE-COME!
Bless you, Shalom, Slante, Inche Alah!
Marcie