Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
No thrills ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... for me We’re taking a trip today to the southern most point in the entire United States. South Point on the Big Island of Hawaii is a popular daredevil destination where brave souls leap from the cliff into the churning ocean below. Are you (or were you ever) a thrill-seeker? Do you visit carnivals or theme parks? What do you do that gets your heart pounding? Have you ever had a brush with death? No. No. Hmm. Yes. No. I'm not a thrill seeker. I'm not into carnivals and I seldom have visited theme parks. Scrambling up the side of a crumbling shale gulch (or sliding down between trees) is as close as I got when much younger. I don't like water; don't swim. I have bad vertigo, so edges bother me to the point I go stiff. Heights? Don't ask. Roller-coasters make me sick. Most any threat gets my heart pounding. So does running to catch a train. I don't seek out these moments. Does having a gun at my head count? Or so he said... I called his bluff. Illness I guess counts as a brush with death, so does crossing the street here. I don't seek these moments out either. In conclusion: bungee jumping, sky diving, car racing... you-know, things that regularly kill people... is not for me. 102.781 |