Day: July 29, 2012

The kitchen has major grunge. Maria is a dervish. From the IPad.

At the New Bedlam Farm. Painting

From the IPad

 I concentrate:  On what I want,not what I don’t. On what I love, not what I don’t.

On what I can create, not what I can’t.

On what I believe,

not what I don’t believe.

On what I wish,

not what I fear.

I concentrate,

on not swimming in the angry,

fearful argument of the swirling stream

that is their world.

I love to get up every morning and try to catch the first light with my camera. The first light is magical light, it sweeps away the night like a magic want. The first light has always been my friend, and I am trying to learn to love the night, but do not. It was never my friend. Perhaps the first light inspires me to change that.

The first light is whispering over the mountain, the first song birds calling out to one another, making their plans for the day. Are you out there? Thinking of me. Listening to me.

We seem to know one another,

to recognize each other, our special tribe,

feeling sometimes like the fly caught in the web.

I know you are up, too, thinking of me,

waiting for me.

But listen,

aren’t we strong? Aren’t we just waiting for the daylight,

like the birds,

our precious little army, of people who feel, people

who tremble in the dark, people who love,

people who hope, people who know what it’s like to

feel small,

when it sometimes feels

as if the the whole world is

howling at us, or knocking us over,

or does not hear us at all.

Make your plans for the day, and watch

the night melt away like mist.

I whisper to you, softly, in your ear,

no, no, no. The dark is nothing,

it’s mother, fear is nothing,

just a visitor, when you reach out

to push it away, there is nothing,

nothing, nothing at all there.

The dark cannot survive the morning,

and is pushed aside every single day.

You can survive the morning. You will.

Are you out there? I am here.