not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

july 12th, 11pm, the cup is full

11 pm, the night open like a calm lake, clean, pellucid, yet darkly opaque.  six blackened silhouettes, boys,  move through our back yard ignoring barriers, while their voices, pure, enter through our front open windows, songs of childhood, rare crystalline perfection, unadulterated for now.  alone in the kitchen but not alone, i watch them out the small back window, know divinity poured into a cup, know awe of body, know unlimited stretch of spirit, their small voices rising up to the gods, not in prayer but knotted in the indulgence of being, know opportunity, know too pain to come. i both die and am born again in the complicated place where both birth and death exist as one, taken form and flight in the uncontainable embodiment of mid-summer laughter.
mindemoya, summer 2008
it hurts to know these moments exist, existed, no longer exist, nor can ever exist in exactly the same way again, but will exist again - newly.  it hurts.  and we are blessed.


  1. certain moments sometimes I wish would last in perpetuity. but then if this be the case other moments may be usurped from coming to be.

    I love your pics


  2. love love love - all around us

  3. Ahh such piercing photos..and they tell me i existed as them once..or did not perhaps..i don't know if we are blessed or not..for who is blessing the blesser

  4. Wonderful, bittersweet photos, Erin. I think there should be a once-in-a-lifetime stopwatch where you can stop time for one single day/week? and hold it in your palm. But, alas, no. The best we can do is with our photos...The older we get, the faster the clock ticks (you posted this on my b-day...silly girl...) And that play! OMG! It blew my mind. I cried then busted out laughing thinking of all the times I've wanted to do just that with a hammer, but restrained myself and beat my head against a wall instead. Thank you for sharing are a word-magician, my friend...) xo

  5. oh my,,,happened to me yesterday,,,drove past our first house when oldest was youngest,,,was heavily hammered with interpreted thoughts,,,am today,,,she sparkles as brightly for me today(as well as the two others)...I am most fortunate...thanks for knowing how that can be.

  6. I love this listening. You do. You.


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))