Charla's space

believe

I'm wondering today how much more concrete the earth can take. Are there children who have never felt the soft grass under their bare feet, felt the blades tickle between their toes? There's a deadness to concrete, so unlike a lush green tree.
How far will we move from the natural world before we suffocate fully from lack of inspiration, expansiveness and creativity? Nature teaches us how to breathe and open up. How to die and hibernate. How to grow. We're no longer listening. The ocean cleanses us. We've lost our spirit, we no longer believe in the gods and goddesses of sun, wine, moon, thunder, music, healing.
Believe just for today. Believe.

mirror mirror

Go out across the world in every direction until you find yourself returned, inverted, to your starting point, the edge of yourself.

David Johnson, Imaginary Light Exhibit, London 2001

Freedom is
a letting go like trees grow
a native self unravelling
an adventure of a new self
because of oneself.

From "Freedom" by James Berry in Fractured Circles

folly

photo by luke razzell

My Shoe

Since I hurt my pendulum
my life is all erratic
my parrot who was cordial
is now transmitting static.
The carpet died, a palm collapsed,
the cat keeps doing poo
the only thing that keeps me sane
is talking to my shoe.

Michael Leunig A Bunch of Posey

georgia pines/nyc

Nostalgia calls. Thinking of places I called home. Some sense of freedom pulling me there. And laughter, the smell of green. Yet nowhere is home. My displaced, dispersed roots tangle me every time. Response is strong. Like the streets of New York City, miles from here, miles from there, they pulse with excitment and vibration. Anything seems possible there. Is possible. Far-flung all of this. An ocean away. Lifetimes ago.