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at a Strongman competition 2002
Breaking The Dragon ~Rumi
The animal soul has given birth to all the fetishes. A fetish made of wood is a little like a garter snake, but a fetish made of energy is closer to a dragon.
To snap a wooden idol in two is extremely easy; But to break a dragon is a task beyond our power.
My friend, if your interested in the character of the insatiable soul, Read an account of the seven gates of hell.
Cunning evasions flow out of the insatiable soul In every breath we take, and in that breath-stream A hundred Pharoahs and all their armies could drown.
photo friday entry Weight
Orange is a power color. It is a healing colors. It is said to increase the craving for food. It also stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. Orange means vitality with endurance. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere. Lady luck's color is orange.
thursday challenge entry Orange
Bahamian Sea in November... rough enough to close the beach to swimmers
With Kit, Age 7, At The Beach ~William Stafford
We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed to our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child? That was an absolute vista. Those waves raced far, and cold.
"How far would you swim, Daddy, in such a storm?" "As far as was needed" I said, and as I talked, I swam.
composite of 3 photographs... check out this, amazing
Face The Animal ~Jean Follain
It's not always easy to face the animal even if it looks at you without fear or hate it does so fixedly and seems to disdain the subtle secret it carries it seems better to feel the obviousness of the world that noisily day and night drills and damages the silence of the soul.
photo friday entry Experimental
deer head belonging to my B.i.L.
stark and somehow beautiful ...bones
ADULT ~Linda Gregg
I've come back to the country where I was happy changed. Passion puts no terrrible strain on me now. I wonder what will take the place of desire now. I could be the ghost of my own life returning to the places I lived best. Walking here and there, nodding when I see something I cared for deeply. Now I'm in my house listening to the owls calling and wondering if slowly I will take on flesh again.
lensday entry Experimental