When I sit in this space it is a waste of my time unless I am pondering
Category: MUSINGS
A SELECTION OF MUSINGS from the J.C. Love Letter Desk
We may think the moon is standard. As if it comes each night, bright, into the evening sky, as expected, and resides, dimly, hanging on each day. Waiting for the night. Again. I know a Moon, the brightest star in the sky, that is otherwise. An unpredictable individual. Mesmerizing as if she were a piece…
There is water flowing within me It is the water of Life. Life said, ‘If it is only water you seek then you shall drink. ‘But after a while you will still be thirsty.’
I saw a bird fly it was i it landed on a tree that was me i took flight with strength and might that came from above i am that dove
Someday soon I will leave this place I will not say goodbye to the butterflies, the addicts and those who exist I won’t tell them I don’t want to go I will just blow away in the wind. My friend, that Wind
If I was a writer I would write the word of wisdom I would pen the song of peace I would ring the bell of freedom That brings us to our knees
I wanted to write this new post last month, but The Wind wouldn’t let me. She said, ‘It isn’t ready yet. It isn’t time.’ It sounded more ‘Woooooooooooo’ than words but yet I could understand every one of them.
Love, a force majeure. Everything seems to revolve around it. ‘Love makes the world go round.’ People apply it as the solution to their most difficult, seemingly unsolveable, problems. With the exception of scientists…even though Love is 100% scientific. And, of course, 100% spiritual.
I wanted his red T-shirt. The one he left this world in. ‘You don’t want his shirt,’ the mortician said. ‘It was ripped. We had to cut it off him. I don’t think I even know where it is.’ I followed his eyes down as he glanced towards the garbage can.
This place transformed itself, and us, with grit, like the foreign invader that gets inside an oyster and is polished to make a pearl. It is over now. I am going home to the mountains, but I went to the beach in Tofino at dusk to dark yesterday, and something happened; the way you think something…