Bowing to the Round
Richmond, Virginia, July 19th - August 3rd, 2024
But where are they? I feel moved by them
Sometimes in my attempts to write them down I feel hesitation, maybe fear of remembering.
Every morning coming to the surface from a deep recess.Somewhat gasping for breath
in the moment I have just broken through, uneasy at where I had been inside-
To trace it back below seems near impossible, and not only that.
It seems to me in those moments it would be unhelpful,
that I just need to release myself from that night of swimming.
Later in the days I always wish I had them to hold on to.
Dream: I was bike riding away, kind of in secret, and I was taken on this wide-open highway.
The sun was setting in orange, and then dark heavy clouds appeared in the distance,
rain and hail sputtering out of them. The wind started lifting me and my bike
and making us go super fast. I did a hard U-turn in the air and went the other way.
I was moving fast
and the wind carried me home,
although I was terrified I was going to faceplant.
The sun was setting in orange, and then dark heavy clouds appeared in the distance,
rain and hail sputtering out of them. The wind started lifting me and my bike
and making us go super fast. I did a hard U-turn in the air and went the other way.
I was moving fast
and the wind carried me home, although I was terrified I was going to faceplant.
Where to listen if not inside?
There is a wind that touches, always stirs, water ways that see
Lead from heaven to creeks,
and hum inside the branches of a tree,
Fill the kneaded cloud as it will hurry by,
Lain deep a soft landing for the current.
Can you feel it? I hope you can find that embedded well, and it’s spring.
I hope you can trust that it’s there. A message especially from god
Who truly touches, if not the river running through?
To heal from is to learn from, can you reach through time and pull me close?
Can you pull back your strong hand and hold my cheek?
Can you see through the trees that I am a child and you are my mother?
Can you see that I am a mother and you will learn from me forever?
Let us always return and fly off, endlessly.
There is a wind that touches, always stirs, water ways that see
Lead from heaven to creeks,
and hum inside the branches of a tree,
Fill the kneaded cloud as it will hurry by,
Lain deep a soft landing for the current.
Can you feel it? I hope you can find that embedded well, and it’s spring.
I hope you can trust that it’s there. A message especially from god
Who truly touches, if not the river running through?
To heal from is to learn from, can you reach through time and pull me close?
Can you pull back your strong hand and hold my cheek?
Can you see through the trees that I am a child and you are my mother?
Can you see that I am a mother and you will learn from me forever?
Let us always return and fly off, endlessly.
I whisper to you, “Maybe I am not a bounty for reward,
I am just a stone to reflect on after and before
more,
which is the throwing, and the being in the riverbed,
and the getting smoothed over.
I will always bow to the round,
be dredged up and spit out and bought and sold,
But the river is my real love, the thing you’re really gonna want to keep around.
The river doesn’t run so the stone can be harvested.”
I am just a stone to reflect on after and before
more,
which is the throwing, and the being in the riverbed,
and the getting smoothed over.
I will always bow to the round,
be dredged up and spit out and bought and sold,
But the river is my real love, the thing you’re really gonna want to keep around.
The river doesn’t run so the stone can be harvested.”
Dream: I am with a close friend and I am in a micro-influencer’s house.
My friend has been there before-
One side of the house is at sea level and has massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows
that are partially under water,
so the ocean is beating up against the glass furiously and magnificently.
I ask the micro-influencer how she is doing,
we share a really intimate moment where she says softly, “Are you r
eally asking?”
And then she shares with me that she has everything she wants.
I get the impression she is materially satisfied and grateful.
Then she asks me if I am happy. “Hmmm.. yes I am” I say.
I have a moment then of carefully considered internal sifting.
I think of all
my special relationships and there is some inner turmoil in my thinking over my life.
There is a hardness in the hard stuff, but I think, day to day, yes.
Dream: I am taking care of a young child long term. We are staying in a house,
a huge new building someone had just built.
The child is napping in a room that looks like a preschool classroom,
but across from the crib there is a young male professor
sitting at some small tables. He is in a zoom meeting
and is smoking cigarettes. Smoke is hanging in the air around him.
The child wakes up
from the noise of the meeting and starts to cry.
I intensely reprimand the man,
“Why are you smoking inside?! There is a child right here!
And she is crying and you thought to do nothing??”
I rip the cigarette from his hand, grab the child, and leave. Later the guy turned out to be nice somehow.
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a huge new building someone had just built.
The child is napping in a room that looks like a preschool classroom,
but across from the crib there is a young male professor
sitting at some small tables. He is in a zoom meeting
and is smoking cigarettes. Smoke is hanging in the air around him.
The child wakes up
from the noise of the meeting and starts to cry.
I intensely reprimand the man,
“Why are you smoking inside?! There is a child right here!
And she is crying and you thought to do nothing??”
I rip the cigarette from his hand, grab the child, and leave. Later the guy turned out to be nice somehow.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if I could show you that I really see you?
Wouldn’t it be so beautiful to really see you?
What if, after all my trying, I really did see you, and you really saw me do it
And spoke to me of things I do not know
Wouldn’t it be so beautiful to really see you?
What if, after all my trying, I really did see you, and you really saw me do it
And spoke to me of things I do not know
