et ainsi, un autre automne que nous ne rencontrerons jamais.

Notes in effort to find if there is purpose

When you think about the world or the earth, maybe it’s just me, but I wonder about how much it’s valued. 

Looking to move off to Mars

Sometimes I think about the earth this way

Like a ship that has treasures that may one day get lost in a dark abyss

Do connections matter?

Would we remember earth as well and fondly care if there were no physical evidence left? What would Shakespeare mean without Stratford upon Avon or the Globe theatre; a notion; an idea

who would know to feel to care and feel affection for the wistful romance upon the steps of the Montmartre or understand with true amusement what is behind that hidden glory of the architectural reason for the Dutch gables 

Are connections part of the individual whole because of their relation to 

those that know their value 

as it serves to define and measure the individual’s meaning 

Some notes; a side work I’ve been exploring

 

I have always been interested in art movements. When creative minds come together and a great renaissance is born is something to behold among art lovers. 

When we think of how minds shape cultures and what match lit the fire we search for those sources. We search because we wish to see how the ideas were born.

the bus to Sunflower valley continued

When she stepped onto the bus, the very spot she had been standing was at that moment struck by lightening 

It was a moment so electrifying to her senses that it struck her that maybe there was some force watching over her 

The bus driver cleared his throat as the smell of burnt wet leaves mixed with electricity seemed to highlight the present. Soberly he said,

“ticket.”

And for a minute he looked at the ticket oddly. Then punched it with the metal gun that endorsed it.

As she turned to walk towards the back of the empty bus, she heard the driver say,

“was starting to wonder if anyone was getting on after all.”

 

Don’t pretend, it is still a savage world. It is a savage jungle. There is no civilization except the show of it. It’s all façade 

But it could be the moment now when the light shines but I fear what may require this to occur 

Mountain View of the vampire and the dove&dare I suggest purpose

I’ve always felt l have been guided—by angels? well, I have no idea, but weird signals certainly arrive in the nick of time and there’s always that religious moment of relief when there is no argument how illogical that strike of luck just happened to occur just then. 

Wisdom isn’t for the subjective, mind. 

I just write my impressions. 

And…. I think there is a reason why I got the call back to the mountains as November approaches. Whatever the outcome. I remember last time. I was glad to be in the mountains. 

What is out there? 

      there is a world. A dangerous world. What is in here? 

               Our Souls 

                             my heart breaks for all the souls pain out there and ….i do feel it.all of it.too much.emphatically cursed. so I write because I give it back to the universe as it requires 

Like Moses in the mountains we watch like an eagle and adjust the properties of our mural of the vampire and the dove

What does vampire stand for?

You must know by now I meant the vampire “soul”