That time of the morning when there are neither stars nor sun and you wonder if it’s going to be cloudy.
THE CONFLICT
You will not forget
or learn
without forgiveness
HIGH COUNTRY
we don’t have to cross those glaciers …
the sharp air of clear feathers
Majestic Mount Rainier was the iconic center of the state. Photo by Kristen Ann via Pexels.
~*~
As I noted concluding another spiralbound of journal entries: Subterranean passages open only when it’s time or seeds sprout calling for blessing.
OK?
~*~
Something’s moving. Something’s always moving.
Often, you’re unsure of quite what.
How these journals begin is important. Each volume is seldom “ended” but rather trails off, running out of space or simply, somehow, sensing it’s time to pick up anew, afresh …
Photo of Yakima by Steve Groom via Wikimedia Commons.
~*~
TEFLON STREET
These people aren’t connected.
Materialism? “If you’re looking for someone with a perfect body, you’re never gonna get laid.”
Sometimes, if you listen
Frogs sing.
Depending.
20:V:79
Why is it called Dog Lake?
“Look at that face!”
Vol. 51, 21:VI:78
Another tall, tan-covered volume begins. A Progress “Big Un” from Bradner Central Co., Chicago
21:V:79
Looking back through these journals, how little office data I include: no dates for promotions or pay levels, for instance. Only the exhaustion. Perhaps that’s the real office.
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From Spiralbound Cascadia with commentary.
