Mar 23rd 2009 03:26 pm A good winter
I read that you were in a tailspin.
That your life had shattered, so to speak.
And that in the solitude of nature you pulled yourself together.
That, in the refuge of a wood cabin, you rendered a masterpiece.
Whether it’s a simile or a metaphor, I’m not sure.
But I’d like to be as the wind and the rain, and the shelter from the two;
At one with our blessed Earth, her sacred fruit, and the nourishment and delight derived therefrom.
Song bursting out, voices free in the silence. The listening. The voices. Soaring crosswise and playfully about.
A reckoning.
The soul and the man, and one’s time on Earth.
The coming together and the breaking apart.
The breakdown.
A wretched wailing, followed by silence.
Solace and surrender.
A time of peace.
A sanctuary in the eye of the storm.
There, with the rudiments – my mind, my hands, my will, a few instruments, and the good graces, I commune with my heart and soul, and the spirit moves me to this.
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