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

Thursday, June 12, 2014

one brave soul awakes







 and searches the breadth of the dream for the beloved




(during the night of mist while i waited for my beloved, i played this music, Ólafur Arnalds' "Faun." i rode slowly along beside the river with my window open taking photos and gasping as this bird glided along with the music, rising and then violently plunging, only to ascend again, clearly as torn open as i was. i wish i had taken video of it but instead you will have to imagine.)

4 comments:

  1. hope you don't mind but i wrote a piece inspired by this beautiful photography and music.

    gracias

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  2. Oh, Erin...this music breaks me open and spills my heart, like honey, upon the floor. Such emotion in every note!

    Did you know that in dreams birds represent joy, harmony, ecstasy, balance, and love? They denote a sunny outlook in life and experiencing spiritual freedom and psychological liberation. That's from one of my dream dictionaries. Love to you. xo

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  3. erin as i listen to this music i can imagine that bird. this past weekend i watched a red winged blackbird balance on a cattail. the splash of scarlet on its body, its elegant physicality and seamless relationship to its surroundings kept me mesmerized.

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  4. We do not see the bird, but We sense this next to the trees. the music is beautiful and keeps us company on this trip that you offer us.
    Beautiful waiting.
    A hug.

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"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))