On This Big Round Rock

I can’t count the number of times I’ve closed my eyes and aimed my face at the sun, but I can remember what it feels like to have that warm light radiating down on me. The tighter I close my eyes the wider my smile gets. I’m 30 years old and I still get happy every time I see the sun shining.

In the depths of depression, it’s impossible to walk outside and even see the sun, let alone feel its warmth. There sets a glaze over the eyes of the depressed soul. The existence of love within, the fullness of spirit, the magic of life that causes wonder – all of this becomes lost. The deception is that it is right there around us all the time, we just lose track of it, we become wrapped up in the distractions of the world. As we gain one thing that we desired, we decide that it doesn’t make us happy enough, so we look for something else to make us happy. This half-life of happiness, that worldly objects barely afford us, is what causes the gradual decay of our ability to love life.

I used to tell a girl, “Living life loving you makes loving life easy to do.” The problem was that if that person ever went away (which she did), loving life would, by default, become harder to do. I now assert that living life loving, makes loving life easy to do.

To find solace in the mundane things, by remembering all that we have and have achieved, is the answer to overcoming the foolish ruses of the deceiver. The world is God’s creation but it can certainly be the devil’s playground if we allow it. Stripping down and letting go of the chains of remorse, wanton desire and greed, will help us to ford that mucky river and find that shallow, narrow path once again!

No matter your geographic location, you can always close your eyes and be in the same place every time. Within your mind, heart and soul is where the love is that you keep for your loved ones. Your family and friends are all there collectively. We can all look up together, at the night sky, and see the same sky. We’re all on this rock together!

Sewersongs

Many years ago, we used to travel down below. Inside a subterranean world, like a wormhole where a mole would go. From within a dank and lengthy cave, the light that silhouetted our friends was faint. They would wave and yell, but we could barely tell from within our musky grave, if their banter was that of concern or not. From their view, they may not have been able to see us, down in that watery well.

We slapped our hands on our bellies, as the mouth-harp twanged away. The reverberations echoed wall-to-wall, light shone as the darkness began to fall. If bats were down there, they would lose their way; because the sonic thrusts and thumps would overload their tiny ears. Even now, so much later in life, I can still remember those adventures we took…so many years ago. We threw caution to the torrents and looked for life’s more memorable moments.

The sewer-lid, as it closed, eclipsed the sunlight from above…and those sewersongs we used to play, would serenade you, if you were to come along. We played for you…

Requiem For a Joyful Journey

What a joy it is, this wonderful place! To get away alone for a day, only a faint trace of the human race. To live in Utah, in this mountainous wonderland…I hear the sounds of a distant stream, the subtle crackles from firewood, the flicker of light in the distance…

Sitting in the back of the Cherokee, writing down simple thoughts, thanking God for who I am, and forgetting about what I am not. The bright future lies ahead, and I remember the river…flowing as it did and I followed it. She cleansed my life, once in shambles–yet now there is a glimmer, a reflection of light on the other end of a long tunnel…

Whitney Afterdark

Wednesday, July 14

As the sun sets, and the moon rises in the eastern sky, the stars twinkle as they light up the pale blue night. Satellites travel slowly across the spangled enigma, a subtle flash of light…this begins the inner fight.

My mind a dialogue, neither personality stronger than the other, alpha versus alpha…the struggle wages on. One side, a being of light and happiness who wishes for something to help us when the other rages long…

When Orion takes the sky again, the moon will light his hunt…the day will come when he can bask in the spoils of his toils.