Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY&feature=related

One of the cooler videos I've seen recently. I guess you'll just have to copy-paste the link.

Great Blue Wolf

I see Great Blue in the mountains. He is the color of dusk clouds, his eyes are pieces of the salmon moon that the sun leaves behind the horizon. He is the color of dying light. He is so big – I see his long jawline in the foothills, his great soft footfalls rumble the pavement next to me like distant thunder, his dark lush pelt floats and ripples in the breeze as if it were alive itself. He is silent as an owl, watchful as a hawk, steady as the mountains. The snow dusts his back like silver. He doesn't shake it off as he looks at me with those great warm eyes. Great Blue is silent. If he howls I've never heard it. Maybe I have. I know he does. He appears and disappears as invisibly as clouds. He walks the backs of the hills and the peaks to the east. When he is still, he is part of them.

I think he must be mother nature's dog.

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I wrote this a month or so ago. A couple years back I got to go to the Colorado Wolf Wildlife Preserve with my grandparents. One or two of the wolves let us touch them, and we got to howl with all the wolves and coyotes and foxes on the property, which was awesome. I've always had a thing for wolves, and Great Blue just sort of evolved out of that. I wrote a short kid's book I stilll intend to illustrate about him and his pack and a little girl and her blanket. We'll see if that ends up going anywhere ....

Fly!

Today everything was singing. The mountains, white in snow and cloud speckled by trees and shadows like owl feathers, were singing “Love the Lord thy God, and Him only shalt thou serve.” I heard them through the pavement; a low rumble like thunder. The trees reaching overhead were sleeping, but in their stillest places I knew they were more awake than I was. There was music in everything, and when I closed my eyes I opened other eyes and saw the most beautiful colors and songs wrapping themselves around everything. It took my breath away, and I almost stopped in my tracks, even though I was still on campus caught in the flow of between-class traffic. I had to resist the urge to spread my arms and let the colors and the soft inviting sky carry me away to heaven. I only resisted because there were people around. I was sure that if I stepped in just the right place I could kick off into the atmosphere and ride the wind over the mountains to find the places where snow is made. I would talk to the stars until it got too cold and I'd have to come back. There has been the most glorious stillness in the past two days; in the stillness I can hear and see things – colors and music and the love of the Lord, the voices of the mountains and the bones and joints of the earth moving so smoothly underneath, a vast old clock winding everything closer together. Peace, peace, peace. Everything had meaning, and I was a part of it all. There were messages from heaven in every little breeze or falling leaf, and I heard them. By the time I got home I could see that my shadow had wings.

Nothing is impossible anymore. Anything we can conceive of, we can accomplish. Most things we dream up, somebody has done already. Some say there is no originality left in the universe, but they are usually interrupted by people doing original things. The world will surprise you as much as you allow it to. We let walls fall so easily around us, we think they have always been there. There are no walls. There. Are. No. Walls...

Tomorrow I will spread my wings, and if I succeed I will return and show you all how close we are to the sun. But I guarantee somebody else will have beaten me to it.

Getting outside does stuff to you...

One day I was a woman king.
Swords swung at my side all the way up to the hills, where I held them like flowers.

My eyes held the golden mountains, behind my teeth were songs and war cries. I was as a warm stone. The wet air shielded me in armor light and strong of cobweb and silk and I was not afraid of men, or of shades, or of anybody.

I walked upon drums and felt the heartbeat of the earth slip under me like waves. I wanted to kiss her brow, the mother earth, who watches over me, a daughter and heir.

Branches pushed all directions with tattered leaves, to remind my hands that they have learned signs and symbols used by the silent; I am insured for the day my words fade and I have nothing now to fear but sleep.

I reached out and touched the air; it lay soft and cool at my fingertips, stirring very gently, like the breathing of birds, the soft grey reverence of doves.

I turn on the skin of the earth, I turn like leaves to the sun. We told the sun to bleed once, and it obeyed, leaving a deep red streak along the last horizon of the day. A moment later clouds closed over it like tears, and something soaring on black wings screamed overhead.

A gull calls across a thousand miles and my hands drop, remembering when once he held my heart in his hands and told me it was heavy as the sea. It was then I watched his wrists turn upwards, dark and worn thin enough to see through all the veins.

All I lack is flight, now, and victory. But I won't catch that gull.

My swords swing at my sides like breezes, sweeping away the shades of past and present, crushing through the ice of culture and brick, slitting the throats of the stone-faced and empty, who may never know.

The sea runs still in my blood, all of it, but the mountains are in me now, growing like ash grows along the arms of a burning tree.

Kind of absurd, really
bitter, like lack of sleep
but comfortable because I know its anatomy
and I know what to expect;
that the taste of salt is safer than to guess at the flavor and texture of honey.

But you blink for a moment, for a night only, and in the morning the sun will bring armfuls of new light and new bees. The salt wanes then, and honey colors the world like Midas, and you find even your footprints filled with the sweetest softest gold.

Maybe then somebody will teach us how to open our eyes.

Merry Christmas!!! P.S. This is long...

Merry Christmas!!

Christmas is a time of giving. So I want to give you something. I may not have Pedro Sanchez's power to make all your wildest dreams come true (at least not all of them), but I do want to share with you what I have been given. You are free to do what you like with what follows. Nothing I say is meant to be preachy, so please don't take it that way. I think we live in uncertain times, and I feel it would be ungrateful of me not to share the things I am certain of. We each have certainties in our lives that our dear to us. These are some of mine.

There may be cloudy times in your life when you aren't sure what is real and important and what isn't. Maybe there are many voices in your life, and you don't know which to trust. Maybe you feel alone, adrift, and rudderless in a stormy sea. These are my anchors and my lighthouses, and it is because they bring me happiness, clarity, safety, and purpose that I want to share them with you.

Things I know:

1. God lives.

He is my Father. He loves me. He has a plan for me. He has sent me here with the gift of agency: the ability to make choices for myself, so that I can learn and grow through making choices that will someday lead me back to Him. Through prayer I can talk with Him, and through the Scriptures and the quiet, peaceful voice of His Spirit, He speaks with me. How thankful I am for those gifts of guidance and love.

2. Jesus Christ is my Savior.

Because of my own mistakes, God's plan for me to return to Him would have failed without the gift of a Mediator and Savior, Jesus Christ. Because God loves His children, He sent His Son Jesus Christ to teach us how to make right choices, to love and serve each other, and to look to God and live. The most important work the Savior performed while He was here was the Atonement, His suffering both in the Garden of Gethsemane and upon the cross, which He bore in order that we might be saved from spiritual and physical death. In an act of infinite love and sacrifice, He willingly paid the price for all of our sins, afflictions, illnesses, pains, fears, and sorrows. He died for us and rose again three days later, so that someday we too may overcome death. Through the power of the Atonement, I have been healed in ways I could never have hoped for without it.

3. My Family is my greatest gift.

One of the greatest blessings in my life is and always has been my family here on earth. I love you all more than language can express, and more than time can tell. I owe more to my parents than I will ever be able to repay you, and I love, admire, and look up to each of my brothers and sister. I'm continually amazed by each of you. I am grateful for the assurance that I will be with you in the eternities. Because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and our own commitment and adherence to sacred ordinances, death cannot separate us.

To my wonderful grandparents, aunts and uncles both of blood and of choice, I express all the love and gratitude I possess, and some regret that I'm not better at keeping in touch with you. One of my New Years' resolutions is to work on that. I am so grateful for the time we had together this last summer, and at other times when we've been able to visit. I hope for many more such times.

I feel very strongly about the importance of family, because in the end, that's all we've got. Friends come and go, health and wealth and fame and fortune come and go, but brother, sister, parent, child, husband, wife – that's ultimately what we're left with. It worries me that there are so many forces at work today which are trying to tear apart and destroy the family, because when the family falls apart, civilization falls apart, our world falls apart. At least, mine will.

I pray for unity in defense of things of eternal worth. I pray that others might find the joy and surety in their lives that I find in these simple truths.

This is my favorite time of year. Christmas brings out the best in the world: with symbols, lights, snow, trees and ribbons and gifts and music, Nativity scenes, stars, treats and some of the loveliest tastes and smells of the year. This season brings out the best in people. It is a time for us to reflect on what is important. It is a time for families and friends to gather together and be unified in cozy celebration of all that is good in the world. It is a time to think over the old year and make plans for the new. It is a time for peace, for reconciliation, forgiveness, gratitude, selflessness, generosity, contemplation, service, unity, joy, reverence, worship, and hope. I pray that it is a beautiful time for you. God bless you.

Abby

The Poison Shower

I dreamed I talked to a friend of mine.  We were walking home from something, at night.  I don't remember what was said, but I felt like I'd feel if I really was talking to him.  Nothing was decided.  After dropping him off at his apartment, I continued on for a little bit, fumbling with an envelope in my hand that turned out to be a cell phone.  I was asking Krystin, on the other end, for directions.  As we talked, I climbed a staircase on the side of an apartment building to the very top, where I balanced carefully on the wrought iron railing, and still with the paper phone in my hand, spread my arms and jumped off.  I dipped pretty low, but with a little effort gained some altitude and glided over the neighborhood, skimming fences and trees.  It felt good to fly again.  Passing through a playground, I untied the shoelace of a little boy on the swings.  He screamed, and I smirked and wove on through the fences and houses in search of a particular backyard.  I found it after some winding and landed there, a small suburban yard enclosed by a brand new oak fence, ship-tight and golden.  

There was an old metal shower head on a curved pipe extending from the back of the house.  It was running on full.  A little boy in a long white shirt and Thom Yorke stood underneath the stream, and both were sobbing and sobbing and sobbing.  A man with two or three other little kids kept passing the children through the water.  He pulled the little boy out of the shower a couple of times, but the kid kept running back to stand under the water, where his sobs would turn into screams.  The man did his best to keep his other children wet - he pulled over the little girl and put her hands under the water until she started to whimper. Thom Yorke never moved, just stood there sobbing like a child, his face all screwed up together.  When the little boy kept running back, the father finally pulled him out by the arm and told him firmly, "It's your sister's turn now.  Everyone gets a turn under the poison shower."

A little chilling?  It keeps niggling at the back of my mind like there's something I'm supposed to learn.  Figures; I think there's a lot I'm supposed to be learning right now.  I'll think about it some more and get back to it later.

Beware of Hazardous Man!

So the other night I had this dream. Actually, I've had many recently, but I'm sure this one must be terribly meaningful on some esoteric level.

Mom and i were tooling around town and ended up in this officey sort of building. Everything smelled like a skunk had wandered through sometime recently, and it seemed like every conversation we passed contained some mention of the infamous and mysterious Hazardous Man, a recently celebrated public menace. He was a black-clad ninja with Spiderman qualities, and he could turn invisible, so for all we knew he could have stuck himself in a corner of the ceiling above our heads and been waiting there like a spider. Dang creep. Well we weren't too worried; we were busy. In one of the offices we passed a woman was handing a skunk to a man over a desk, and I remarked to Mom, "Man, I can't believe how much continuity my dreams have! First we smell a skunk, and then there really is one! Wow!" Pretty cool.

A few minutes later, people started streaming through this narrow hallway, panicked. They had all been attacked by Hazardous Man, and although no one was visibly hurt, there were waving hands and cries of "Beware, beware!" So we bewore. 

A little later I was going up some stairs in that area and stumbled across a couple of cats and a dog, who were growling and snarling and waving claws at a corner of the ceiling. I looked up just as Hazardous Man was materializing and coiling like a snake. I turned and ran, but I'd been eating those cheap pulpy apples and a big piece of skin was sticking my teeth together so I couldn't scream, and my feet were suddenly so heavy I knew I wouldn't make it another heart beat. And then I woke up. Hmmm...

Ask me sometime about the poison shower, or the whale shells, or the failed revolutions, or the KKK, the mafia, all the wars of the last century, flying, aliens and spaceships overthrowing Mao Tzedong, or the Serpress of Seas Eden, or Doctor Who. Sleeping is fun.