hi! very late reply, but this post has been my saving grace these past couple of months. especially with the poem "For A New Beginning" which made me aware of how much my past actions have been leading up to such a pivotal moment for me. i'm very much at the start of something wonderful and new that I have been desiring for so long. to see that urge be recognized and affirmed when I was least expecting it just like blew me away. I'm not always consistent with reading every post, but it is so clear to me that everything you create for your readers is done with such love and precision. maybe i'll never resonate with another post like this one, but I know i'll always be taken care of <3
As the pilot of the plane flies into a cloud I wonder what’s on the other side and have to trust in instruments that gauge where we are and going. The realize there’s a lot of faith in flying in an airplane and my fear is relied by knowing inside when it is time to go I’ll see if the sun still shines as the cloud dissipates and rain drops but I can’t see anything yet on the windows pane.
we place our faith in our bodies each day- these tricky machines. we trust them to carry us. we trust ourselves in carrying their carrying- in that we are moving toward wherever it is we need to be. that some part of us knows where that is. that we are right.
I'm trying to package all these enlightened thoughts of human consciousness. A soul is greater with one who relies on its mystery for wisdom. I have my own experience on an aeroplane. I took photos of a serpentine river as well as clouds whispering to me. It must have been the mighty Mississippi. It was the first time I traveled transcontinental with my late uncle. We arrived in San Francisco International Airport and after the vacation was over I was a bit melancholy. The rugged coastlines had their own shapes & volume. I do tend to get teary whenever I contemplate this beautiful memory cell. I miss so much of a past that has denied me true closure. All this deep, affecting poetry has my mind activated. I need to write down some lines however whimsical or sublime.
ahhhhhh john odonohue and ars. together. yes.
i adore o'donohue also. thank you for being here. <3
Spectacular. I will hang some of your words on my wall.
it will be an honour to be up there. thank you, little voice.
no words for this
because all language aspires to silence. enjoy that special bliss. until next time x
Your writing is beautiful
and your heart. thank you, little voice. <3
From a grateful subscriber, this is perfect. After Life is a beautiful unforgettable film!
it is, isn't it? thank you for being here <3
this is truly my favorite post you've made
oh, thank you. this is so precious to hear as i felt the least confident in it... i would love to know why? you're wonderful.
hi! very late reply, but this post has been my saving grace these past couple of months. especially with the poem "For A New Beginning" which made me aware of how much my past actions have been leading up to such a pivotal moment for me. i'm very much at the start of something wonderful and new that I have been desiring for so long. to see that urge be recognized and affirmed when I was least expecting it just like blew me away. I'm not always consistent with reading every post, but it is so clear to me that everything you create for your readers is done with such love and precision. maybe i'll never resonate with another post like this one, but I know i'll always be taken care of <3
‘i wonder whether the soul is simply our search for it.’ thank you.
and thank you for joining me on this wild, strange, tricky, lovely searching dance.
As the pilot of the plane flies into a cloud I wonder what’s on the other side and have to trust in instruments that gauge where we are and going. The realize there’s a lot of faith in flying in an airplane and my fear is relied by knowing inside when it is time to go I’ll see if the sun still shines as the cloud dissipates and rain drops but I can’t see anything yet on the windows pane.
we place our faith in our bodies each day- these tricky machines. we trust them to carry us. we trust ourselves in carrying their carrying- in that we are moving toward wherever it is we need to be. that some part of us knows where that is. that we are right.
have faith <3
I like your post.
Plane Don't Let Me Down
I wrote this in Nashville back in '82 when flying was about the only thing that worried me. And "flight attendant" was still "stewardess."
I've been flying for years but I don't like it
When I board the plane I always sit right by the wing
When the stewardess comes around with the drinks I buy 'em
Get a little buzz and then I begin to sing
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
I've seen those facts and studied all those statistics
They say it's safer to fly than to walk across the street
But my stomach can't read and my body says it ain't natural
To relax in a chair at thirty nine thousand feet.
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
Yes I've been flying for years and I think it's marvelous, I haven't crashed. Yet.
But the very thought ices up my brain.
One of these days I'll call up my agent and say
Next time I go to Chicago. I'll take the train.
Oh plane don't let me down
Jets keep making that sound
Every mile means I've lived a little
longer.
I've been flying high too long
Time to get my big feet back on
the ground
Listen to me plane don't let me
down.
Oh please I want to make it plain
Don't let me down.
https://youtu.be/nLvp0hLY1Ac?si=U51buYZ1A62zlTjm
oh, thank you. thank you. keep singing <3
I'm trying to package all these enlightened thoughts of human consciousness. A soul is greater with one who relies on its mystery for wisdom. I have my own experience on an aeroplane. I took photos of a serpentine river as well as clouds whispering to me. It must have been the mighty Mississippi. It was the first time I traveled transcontinental with my late uncle. We arrived in San Francisco International Airport and after the vacation was over I was a bit melancholy. The rugged coastlines had their own shapes & volume. I do tend to get teary whenever I contemplate this beautiful memory cell. I miss so much of a past that has denied me true closure. All this deep, affecting poetry has my mind activated. I need to write down some lines however whimsical or sublime.
search for the mystery; laugh when it escapes. pick up the search again.
and write. write it down.
that's your treasure there. <3
I feel a little bit better about being a person now.
you only need to feel good about being a particular one: you. <3
Your photos are magical.
I witnessed the strangest flying object this early morning, late evening.
And no, it was not from way, outer space. It floated around the high rise buildings outside my deck.
It was an smallish object illuminated with red lights in the shape of a Christmas tree.
I watched it float by until it disappeared behind the building and didn't re-emerge--in utter disbelief.
Then, I remembered the time in which I live, one of drones.