Dripping Cave of Trees

Created: 08/28/2006 2:16am

Yesterday morning I went to Whipp's Ledges with my sister. Needing more time away from my recent confusion, this was a much needed wandering. It was a very dark morning. The rain had fallen throughout the night. When we arrived, I noticed I was surrounded by flowering jewelweed in colors of yellow and orange. Leaves everywhere were covered in small droplets of cool rain leftover from the night and early morning. The canopy was talking all around with quiet tapping whispers.

The rain would return on occasion in a light mist. When I am in this mode, the rain seems to center my thoughts even more. It drips around the beautiful contour of all objects and my face. My eyes are misted and temporarily clouded, reminding me that I am just an observer of a tireless spinning top. I just have to keep breathing.

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Roadside Forest

Created: 08/28/2006 2:20am

I took a drive in the rain yesterday and found a nice place to pull off the road. I haven't been outside much in the last two weeks. When I get this way, it's just nice to breathe. I love the dripping and tapping of the forest after a heavy rain. There's nothing quite as soothing.

I've been extremely confused lately. Somtimes I feel like I'm on the edge of a sweeping realization. Other times I am dragged away in the opposite direction filled with spinning thoughts and unrelenting sadness. I have not been able to clearly see where I should put my energy. When that happens, that's usually the best time to be away for awhile. I'll probably try it again today.

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Red Fox

Created: 08/24/2006 2:24am

I have always loved foxes and felt like drawing tonight. It is something that I used to do constantly in my childhood, but as I became older, gravitated towards other things. Sometimes I feel better when something I do turns out halfway decent. It verifies that I'm not completely out of touch with it.

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Bjork - It's Not Up To You

Created: 08/19/2006 2:29am

Took a walk tonight. Fog from the rain lingered everywhere around me and formed halos around all the streetlights. The sounds of Bjork rang through my ears. I followed the tracks under an old tressle and stumbled on a hidden place filled with deer. Sneering and scoffing at me, they charged away from me, as I stood on the bridge across the creek. The leaves touched my face. Very peaceful.

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