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take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and fifty one degrees: ‘a quiet intensity…’

Painting By Chagall ~ The Weepies

one hundred and fifty one

Something about, you. Keeps me, grounded. Looking, up. To, the light. Like, a door. That opens. Through lead laden, clouds. Where, blessed. In silver, I spy. Hope. And am, tempted. To believe.

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You’re Mars, calling up Neptune’s daughter…

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7 comments on “one hundred and fifty one degrees: ‘a quiet intensity…’

  1. countingducks
    March 1, 2013

    Absolutely lovely. I am a country boy, and lived in it most of my life, plus a fair bit of travelling but recent circumstances have forced me to live surrounded by concrete so these views are always a refreshing reminder of a world I used to know

    • circulartree
      March 1, 2013

      Thank you Peter! Life has a funny way of moving us to places we need to be (literally and figuratively) for grand reasons we only glimpse later. I’ve always been a nature girl at heart but it took long necessary years for me to find my way back here. And I’m grateful for the winding circuitous path for it has taught me so much. I know you will return to the country, for that is where your heart is. Perhaps you bring some of the earthy magic with you into the city and this brightens the lives of those around you. It makes my heart glad to know this little window into the Overberg can provide a connection for you to the land. Love and respect, Bx

  2. seanbidd
    March 2, 2013

    Immersion, emerging, waters still. Touch of leaves, branches carry. Skyward ascent, crawl, walk. The ceilings darkened silk. To touch the other side, the further blue. Before the skywaters’ kiss, past the vastness in the air. Their senses, travel their textures. A world between the Blues…

    A sky to drift away, and dream too… Just something about earthwaters and skywaters, and that which grows in the between…

    • circulartree
      March 2, 2013

      Ohhhhhhhhh, there’s a song for each paragraph! First one is Questions In A World of Blue (from Twin Peaks) and then the 2nd is The Veils’ Sun Gangs. Beautiful… three songs for this degree.

      A portal, in the sky. Brief glyph, present. Here. And now. Bright, beam. Breaks through. A beacon, of hope… Sending love and Overberg oak joy across the long lines of latitude to you, Bx

      • seanbidd
        March 3, 2013

        Here, looking through a window, past the pines and conifers, deep through the misty rains of the escaping west, as each song plays, a dreamy awakening as if a shrouded liquid sunrise or sunset.

        Sending love from the land of streams and grass castles in the air, Sean

      • circulartree
        March 5, 2013

        From liquid land of dreams, to the valley’s of midday mist. May water sublimate through every form, to be reborn again. As source… Bx

      • seanbidd
        March 5, 2013

        To the endless cycle as it resonates in all its states, Sean

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