Darkness. One of the most compelling forces, and metaphors, we have. Darkness fascinates me. Here are a few snippets from an online conversation I participated in some time ago, beginning with a quote, then Anabele’s response to it, followed by my reply.
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She came in darkness and pain To find the light of compassion But with her came the darkness And his rage The light was stronger In time, compassion prevailed She was freed The rage lingered And malingered Until that too found its release
She writes … she writes like a battering ram, through the impenetrable. If only I…. but I don’t write that way. Or. Not. Yet. I’m not ready to write. Yet. Or so I say. But I write, here and there. Inappropriately. I appropriate other’s spaces.
The words below, Light and Shadow, weren’t so much inspired by the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote to the right, but as I began typing out a comment on the Facebook post it was attached to, these words came out instead. The MLK quote reminds me of the Hindi word, […]
Staci’s poem, Be Silent ~ Be True ~ Just Be put this song into my head, where it stuck, begging a journey to YouTube while fiddling with internet tasks. In a long list of renditions there, this recording stood out. It’s quieter than the original studio recording, purer, with just […]
I commented on a post that I’d post this song. I’ve been holding onto it, because there are a number of other connotations for it — one of those is a woman, one woman in particular, a soul-mate. But I’m not ready to tell that story, or is it the […]
The use of force is a last resort. One aspect of violence is that it is unpredictable. Although your initial intention may be to use limited force, once you have engaged in violence the consequences are unpredictable. Violence always brings about unexpected results and almost always provokes retaliation.
Traces of Me I fire arrows into the night Never knowing if they strike their mark Until the light of morning When they cannot be found Still, I do not know Traces of me lay hidden In the darkness that is you
It was a couple years ago that this piece of music resoundingly re-entered my life. The spring in Vancouver seemed to be a never-ending stream of sunny, tranquil days, riding my bicycle along the miles and miles of sea wall ringing the city. This is a spectacularly beautiful city once […]
Sheryl Crow, I don’t know, she’s got something going on, and has been one of my muses at critical moments. She writes and sings like a broken angel, with equal measures of strength and vulnerability, passion and fear, hope and futility. Some of her music is exquisitely beautiful — notably […]