I've been consistently finding myself at a loss for words
, trying to take emotions of the last weeks, and trying to sample them down to simple ascii
There is something cathartic
in this, but also a feeling that not all has been said, that not all can be communicated in this medium. That somehow, a small glance given over a coffee
would be more than enough to convey everything that I'm feeling -- but not this text, these words.
When I was young, I was caught unawares by a total lunar eclipse
. I was at a park surrounded by trees, and when the moon began to fade, and change colour, I climbed to the top of the playstructure to see what was happening, how someone could simply be turning the moon off
After it went out, I swear that there was no light at all, only the most perfect velvet black
around me. Blind, I found my way down to the earth, and wandered into the forest, to try and see if the whole world had just shut down, if everything was dark forever.
And when I thought perhaps it was going to be dark forever, there appeared a crescent
of light in the sky, a beautiful ice blue
, and on every leaf and branch and surface that could cast a shadow, there was a miniature blue moon
, dancing with the wind.
I cannot put into words how I felt then. I cannot put into words how I feel now.
watching me behind glass, still and cold.
kissing my cheek as I left, snowflakes everywhere.
the fog on the ottawa river
reaching to a purple sky, tearing itself apart.
's whispered secrets, unable to look away.
the outro of '2 rights make 1 wrong
', the first time.
stepping off a bus in edmonton after a three day ride, knowing amanda
at christo's mother's cottage, making sacred space
telling stories around the bonfire
, every one of us friends.
knowing that i had come home