Wild blues

The mosaic of grief and resilience. Resources and writing based on the script of The Wild Blue.

Filtered sunlight

Shadows and humming, songs and solitary notes. Light coming through the holly leaves. Circles of shadows on the snow from the red berries. Birds folding themselves into the pointed trees. The sound of the refrigerator or the heating system when the wind isn’t speaking. The ice already melting and winter just settling in. The...

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Sit like a mountain

A mountain can be read like the Torah by a geologist. Each layer has meaning and the meaning builds upon the layer below it or speaks to the layer above and provides it countenance and relationship.  When everything feels too loose and nothing seems to be sustained by the eminence of its own weight...

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Go with the flow

Melville looked for an “insular Tahiti” and you know what, that’s not a bad idea. The notion that you can go with the flow and be in the place that feels right is related to this island within your being.  There are so many things that pull on us you’d think we’d come with...

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Hieroglyphics

“Everything in this world has a hidden meaning…men, animals, trees, stars, they are all hieroglyphics…when you see them, you do not understand them.  It is only years later..that you understand…”        Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek   I’ve misunderstood hieroglyphics for a long time. Always took them to mean the unknown. In truth it’s about...

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Summer Sunday

At first I was wondering if amniotic fluid was like the ocean.  But the day’s journey began thinking about the color salmon; whether it works on the walls of your home or not.  I remembered hearing about a paint called “dead salmon.” Clever name. Cynicism comes to your local paint and hardware store. It...

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the right wave

Everything is Buddha-full in its own way-ay  I can’t help but be silly today  Pronouncements are bounding out of my fingertips before I can censor them.  Maybe it’s the season. Summer is a release from winter pushed by the green green fuse of spring. Sure, that’s a lot like Dylan Thomas.  What is more...

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from Natal Catalyst

             I wonder whether I received a primal push the way someone launches a boat into the water.  Or if this natal catalyst is something that has influenced the direction I’ve been going in ever since I got started.  I mean from way back when.  Wouldn’t that be something?  Whether the catalyst turns out...

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La vie en wetlands

It started out just as Yeats had said. It was about work and the grind and the difficulties and the schedule and the lack of freedom and everything that doesn’t feel like anything you want with the exception of the paycheck. If you’ve been there and done that, then this could be your signature...

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Dipped in Honey

Crazy drunk bees and a Monarch butterfly enter every piece of blue sky I find in this city. Thinking of you through the spin of days and wings I’ll allow myself these thoughts, cut my hair, and remember how I wanted you while touching you. There really aren’t any bees just the thought that...

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Spring is another door to your opening

Many people take solace from nature but don’t always seek nature when they need solace. Someone has to say to them, “Go by the ocean.”  Or, “Why not take a walk in the woods?”   There have been times when I felt the deep pain of loneliness. Now it seems that the feeling of loneliness...

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