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Post by Edina on Mar 22, 2005 1:44:12 GMT -5
Was he an angel? Or just a painter?
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Post by peter on Mar 22, 2005 15:41:51 GMT -5
I shut the computer down, fed the cats, got a bit distracted by the moving day clutter but got out the door within a minute, no more than two. I had seen him in my minds eye clearly, even in more detail than i could have possibly seen from my new office. He had been looking right at me and smiling , as i glanced out of the window. He had silver wire rim glasses on, over his deep blue eyes and also a neatly trimmmed mustache.. As I opened the door to go out I remember something else. His Lips were moving. Funny how i registered all of that and yet didn't, if you know what i mean. Oh and a white belt and a very bright shining buckle... I couldn't wait to meet him. The snow seemed to have increased alot... Now theres something funny too..... From the office the snow was light and new. there was not even a dusting on the ground, but. when i opened the door? It was like it had been snowing for hours, heavily. I couldnt see across the parking lot, I was not dresssed for this unexpected shock...It was really colllllld, but yesterday morning it was almost 40 degrees.... I stepped out anyway. I could barely see past the first row of cars, let alone all the way to the tree, which was impossible to see... I was aware of all this, yet it alll seeemed ordinary... I kept going
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Post by peter on Mar 23, 2005 11:31:34 GMT -5
right down the steps in into much deeper snow than sneakers should have allowed. The cars where just humps and mounds, I glanced back at the door and couldnt see the building. Someone in my head tried mentioning that fact a few more steps on. All I wanted to do , which seemed a simple idea a moment ago was to go have a chat with a man near a tree. "whats so hard about that?' Whoops , I had not caught myself in time to stop. 'shoot' I muttered. 'Just kidddddding!" i said to the powers that be.. I knew it was to late. I had asked the one question i have learned/not learned to ask... and now? it was a crap shoot... dammm... "jussssst kidddding mrs.universe.... '.. The snow got deeper and when i finally made it to the curb of the sidewalk on the other side of the parking lot? I was covered completely in snow and thought about turning back, but I seem to have this sucidal tendency to ignore the obvious and just told my self it was just a few more steps to the White birc.... Redwood? a sempreviren gigantus? here in New York? NO wayyyyyyyyyy!... now i started to get scared.
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Post by peter on Mar 24, 2005 12:39:48 GMT -5
There was not much time to choose or rethink what was happening. The white man wasn't there and neither was the birch... Instead there was a horrific snow blast and a Californian Coastal Redwood. I was in trouble but with the cover of the tree, i knew i would be ok for awhile... I cant believe it..... all i did was walk across the parking lot towards that lovely white tree.and that man... or at least that's what i thought i was doing... How the hell i got here in this storm was still a mystery. One thing for sure though. this wasnt NY. I could hear the the wind carrying the rising strength of the storm. I was safe for awhile, but i need more shelter and there was definetly nowway back... I bruched myself off and started to circle the tree . I saw black streak marks when i first entered this magnificent shelter and thought to look for a cave inside the tree that was casued by the lighting that had struck it so long ago...
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Post by peter on Mar 25, 2005 6:28:24 GMT -5
Three quarters around this 2000 year old Mother, i found what i was looking for. A cave, safety, warmth a place out of the elements. I was sooooo relieved as I walked in , stooping a bit as i entered.... This space had recieved many living creatures over hundreds of years. I was not the first nor was i going to be the last to seek refuge... It was big in there. Dark. Quiet and Warm.. There was a sleepiness about this space and in me. Almost instantly equal. I forgot about my questions and my worry as I streched out across the opening, the sound of the roaring wind some how drifting further and further away..... I closed the door behind me as I looked out across the parking lot. I leaned against the white tree watching a young man come out of the apartment. I felt my branches growing with the promise of spring. I watched the snow building in the sierras. I listened as jt, dwane , edina, bb, cp, snowball humble, the smiling fish and the man plowing the parking lot, spoke world building with out silence. I slept again and again as my lover laid next to me in her soft winter growl in the half grey light of another rising
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Post by JTwolf on Mar 27, 2005 9:49:52 GMT -5
What a story! I for one, am/are enjoying reading.
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Post by Grave on Mar 28, 2005 2:43:34 GMT -5
thank you peter
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Post by peter on Mar 29, 2005 9:38:15 GMT -5
YOURE welcome... just working out a few ideas while i try to keep the end of my tail out of my mouth... ( ottters twirl their tails sometimes. and somtimes the end of their tails ends up in their mouths, sort of like a young girl who has the end of a braid in her mouth.. just twirling a dream or a map or a scallop or a day....... thanks all the same.... to everyone...
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Post by peter on Mar 30, 2005 23:06:45 GMT -5
The world is singing all around us. The cavestars we seek are our own, belong to us all. Whether in comforts or desperations. In Kindness, loss- loathing resisting change. In static silence or empty screams against the walls of our own american world Jerusalem. Each moment that extends beyond our knowing moment , leaves us within the Expanding Present, still. .............a gentle kiss, the warmth of a friend i just met , is still a friend. all else is just an echo or the promise of one
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Post by peter on Mar 31, 2005 20:26:35 GMT -5
e? I didnt know the other day about an angel or a painter, but i think i got it now... .. it took awhile to figure ... its in the trees today.. I had forgotten how beautifull this part of the world is... I went to a few branches today to check their buds... I think with their help and Matai's i can make sense of the "white mantree"... Whitemantree...hmmm
see how that creative moment happens? thanks for lettting me think here. pb bp....
any news from dwayne?... hi dwayne! ,( just in case youre looking in) i hope you are well...
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Post by Edina on Mar 31, 2005 22:55:37 GMT -5
Sorry, peter, there's no news from Dwayne. I guess we can forget about him...
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Post by Grave on Apr 1, 2005 8:48:02 GMT -5
Sorry, peter, there's no news from Dwayne. I guess we can forget about him... edina at her best ? ;D
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Post by Edina on Apr 1, 2005 9:07:15 GMT -5
Grave!
RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Grave on Apr 1, 2005 9:10:58 GMT -5
I am flying, but I know you can catch me, I see that you have 2 pair of wings.
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Post by Edina on Apr 1, 2005 9:23:29 GMT -5
But you seem to be faster....
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