Just Breathe

I think it beautiful that we are experiencing the re-emergence of good poetry and good music in the commercial sphere today.

Not the grungy Pearl Jam of the 90's, this...

Just art. Music ant Poetry combined...


Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

New Rite

I Find Myself At Every Day:

It's three or so minutes from the start-after-lunch buzzer. I've just neared the southern entrance (low-man-on-the-totem-pole door, e.g.). I set any accouterments in hand down.

I face South. My physical eyes close...

SOL beams warm and strong.
I breathe.
i feel the breath travel columnar through the solar plexus and the soles of the feets and into the Earth, and...

I am Grounded-- solid. And Soaring sun-ward, recharging like a butterfly on a rock by the water there near the oak's dripline...

I stand. I Breathe. I soak...

I hear the first warning buzzer go off-- two minutes to be at your workstation.

The last three days, my rush out of the Sol-Trance and into the shadows of shopverk have prolonged...

in favor of Sol-basking.

'Cause... y'gotta have priorities, n'est-ce pas?

Slainte!

Cygnus

Happy Legs

I Been Accused O' Havin'...

And if this were a video of me listening to a song a friend sent me via email, well then, the sobriquet might visually be well-earned. It is not, however. Just a damned-cool foot-stomping fiddle-pipe-string thing that makes six musicians sound like six hundred and sixty-six.

I'm just saying, folks...


Slainte

Cygnus

BOOM BAM BING!

Or, Um, Should That Third Word Correctly Read "Bong"?



Slainte, Veterans.

Cygnus

Perspectives...

Words. If We But Listen.


The Listening, different from mere hearing, is the catalyst for xforming words into this blog's title.

Slainte, and ecoute, volk...

Cygnus

because ... well, there it is

MEMORANDUM TO SELF:
[Because I do. Too Much...]



They were there, that's all. Right there on my doorstep.

So I fed them.

Them being birds and all.

Slainte.

Cygnus

Don't Know Yet...

But I spotted this primal beast in Georgia this weekend...

S/He seemed to be awaiting some catharsis whist suffering varying degrees of agony...


There was also this creaturewhom I was able to Interview...
He spoke of flying with Pterodactyls in the days of yore, of Ancient Giant Creatures and Ones...

And later in the night... {it were a strange nacht, volk... dark like the Black Forest Dark, a misty chill of moisture steeping down onto the red clay Earth} I saw an apparition:
A TRUE one, because I shouldn'ta been able to see a cammo Ninja with all the X-Ray Vision in the world...[ESPECIALLY one whose right hand is ON BACKWARDS!!! MIDA!!!!!]

Now I DID chance to see a Fairy Princess or two...
And,well... y'know. Me, doncha!?? I'm always good for spotting one or two of these lurking about-- Alien Pussies...
"I WILL SHOOT YOUR LEADER DOWN WITH MY GREEN L.A.S.E.R. EYES AND TAKE OVER THE COMPUTER.. HIDE AND WATCH. OR SIT IN PLAIN VIEW; RIEN NE FOUTRE-- THEN I WILL TRANSFORM TO BAT AND HEAD FOR THE GOLDEN TREES OUT THE WINDOW... I'M CAPTAIN HERE!!!"

And last and very much least, THIS strange bird was seen lurking about...
Rumor has he can transform to an animal that rhymes with "fuck" and has a buck-teethed gait unmistakable in all fowl-dom...
They were gonna call him "SmallFoot" in regard to the track he left, but the Old Wives' Tail (Tale, too, Messieurs...) proved untrue, so...

Shigata ga nai, neh?

Well... ME fer ONE-- I'm keepin' my eyes peeled...

Just sayin'...

Slainte, folks!

Cygnus

Swan's Celtic New Year: Success!

Eat, Drink and bern Mary.. erm, be Merry, for tomorrow we Insulate...

I ate good, played good, and relaxed good.

I acted... well, I made one Lady blush, yet another slap me, and might even have been privy to a kiss or two from another(s)...

Gotta say it couldn't be much more merry a way to begin a New Year...

Thanks,Peach Tree State...

Slainte, Folks.

Cygnus