Where I'm at

I seem to have ground to a halt on rewriting my '11 NaNo project. I'm not sure where to go from here. It's been in the back of my mind, and seems to be intent on staying there for a while. Instead of beating my head against the proverbial wall, I think it's time to do some things different. Some different things. 

I'm thinking on some short story ideas, & some Impressions(poetry)

Oh, and thanks for "tuning in" - Here's Bruce Cockburn, live on KINK.FM, at the Bing Lounge in Portland - Lovers in a Dangerous Time , from the album Stealing Fire - to make it worth the trip. 


If you think in terms of a "trip" in the old LSD "trippin" sense, then the phrase "worth the trip" takes on a little different meaning, huh?


Okay, one more for old time's trippin's sake - Jimi Hendrix, Are You Experienced, title track from his 1967 debut. I first heard Jimi in my big brother G's dorm room at St John's Lutheran College in Winfield, Kansas. I think it must have been 1968, because G. also had a new copy of the follow up Axis Bold as Love (1967 in UK, but not released in USA till '68) I think this may have been where the ancient and venerable term "Acid Rock" came into parlance, and for good reason.
 

More later,

Love, john ross

Catching Up - More Small Stones

#15 Recalling red tail hawks in KS, how they prefer to nest high in sycamore trees, next to creeks. How an adolescent will circle for hours on end, crying for it's parents to come feed it, when it could be hunting. How they watch from fence posts, and tilt their heads in thought.

 #16 So - if sound waves are capable of molecular changes to matter, might constant 8k MHz tinnitus ring change brain, or is wave even there?

# 17 Sitting in my therapists waiting room, which is louder, The Ring or the white noise machines? Um, The Ring.

 

#18  Standing in the Portland rain, in the evening, watching the cherry tree, its branches bare in winter. Feeling the wind, feeling it's curves.

 

#19  Half light, just pre-dawn / driving my son to his school / Small blizzard, huge flakes // #senryu #haiku #amwriting

 

#20  Half past January. In the last two hours the precipitation has gone from rain to snow and back again,  three times. Snowing out the window now, flakes the size of quarters. Fire place going. The Ring is up loud. Now it's Winter in Portland.

Stone #11

The Ring is strong in this one.
Combination today - 8k, 6K, and 4.7k mhz
It's a regular symphonium dream

Breath in. Breath out.
Stretching face muscles
to relax them back down

Chill morning. Last night, I recall
A ring around the Moon
like a rainbow halo

A pill for this, a pill for that
to gain some semblance of normalcy
some measure of functionality

In my head, I hear....
We No Speak American0
visuals, hand dance by
Up and Over it

Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Here I'll give it to you
this Link to them on youtube

Stone #10 - All is Energy, Movement, Nothing is still - The Dance

Even as I sit, I think still, I am not. Still

Is not just my unquiet mind, its me, and everything around me.

The Ring, constant in my head, is ever moving, steady but moving.

My breath is moving. The blood it fuels, the neurons it gives energy to fire, the very molecules of my body vibrating with the energy of the atoms within.

And those pesky Quarks, with their "Here I am, Oh I'm gone, Peak-A-Boo I'm back again" games.

And I'm not the only one. Oh no, everything is in on the movement, in on the dance floor of existence. Even that Dark Matter that isn't but is, moves with us all.

The micro and macro. Worlds within worlds and Universes within and beside and through each other now, all moving, and dancing the dance of existence.

Everything is connected to everything else.

I know, I've seen it in my fog, felt it in the wind.

I realize you know this. Just wanted you to know you're not alone in that, in the dance.

And now for the musical bit of our show, here's Cellist Extrodinare Zoe Keating performing Escape Artist. I think you'll be impressed, Roll over Yo-Yo Ma.

Quite The Little Fellow - Stone #9

It's just a little old stuffed toy.

It encapsulates many aspects of life.

It speaks of innocent beginnings, time and tides encountered along the way.

It recalls precious memories, bitter disappointments, loss, and if one is very fortunate, a finding of the way home again, to be held forever in the tender love of one grown beyond.

Besides, I love the hat.

Stone #8

Again, 8k mhz Ring. look, it's a constant in my head, so get used to it being in these Mindful moments.

The fog is thick, a tangible thing in it's touch, cool and moist, yet soft and intimate.

I have some affinity for the fog. It seems both friend and foe. Dulls some input, enhances others.

Obviously, I've never had to pilot a boat through treacherous waters in it.

Context can change everything, aye?

Stone #7

(I see it)

*Flash*
an old bug, an old sticker on it "KILL YOUR TELEVISION"
*Flash*
my daughter loaned it to me *images of her growing up*
*Flash*
"KILL YOUR TELEVISION" is an authentic '70s credo
*images of my teenage years in a bug, much fun*
*Flash*

(My breathing starts again)
(insert sound, eight thousand megahertz, ringing in my ears)

(Blink)