Spend some time in Palin's Presidential office and be sure to click around!~ Happy Friday my dears!

Ask much, the voice suggested, and I startled.
Feeling my body like the trembling body of a horse
tied to its tree while the strange noise
passes over its ears.
I who in extremity had always wanted less,
even of eating, of sleeping.
Agile the voice did not speak again, but waited.
"Want more"-
a cure for longing I had not thought of.
But that is how it is with wells.
Whatever is taken refills to the steady level.
The voice agreed, though softly, to quiet the feet of the horse:
A cup taken out, a cup reappears; a bucketful taken, a bucket.

-From Ask Much, The Voice Suggested by Jane Hirshfield

Hollerin'

Whale

tragedy was emptied for a moment from my mind, for that is the nature of such beauty-that it draws us outside of ourselves to a place beyond memory and thought, and in doing so makes us whole

-Lynn Schooler

I have been thinking about this today, a story from my history which happened over 9 years ago already. Amazing how time flies away but some things stick and shape us. I used to have a dog named Kelly, Kelly the wonder dog. She was beautiful, a reddish brown with a long face and a slight saddle black to her back. When I first got her I would walk her in a park as a puppy that was filled with fragrant lilacs. She was a great companion for me. I was in a bad relationship and I was on my way out of it. I had a great job as an executive in a company, writing and conducting software training (wild huh?but I did it). The man I lived with convinced me to move with him to this old country house and I reluctantly agreed. This was a perfect way to isolate me away from my friends and family, but I still had Kelly. He hated her and tried to convince me to get rid of her. He was jealous of my bond with her and wanted me to himself. I will never forget the late summer day when I lost her. My parents were over at the house and I was showing them the plants and trees in the yard. It was such an amazing yard. Kelly was in the kennel in the back. He let her out when I did not know. She ran out front and crossed the busy road. I yelled for her and began to run. I remember throwing whatever I had in my hands to the ground. I couldn't get her in time, a car stopped and the man tried to grab her. I screamed her name again and another car came by without even touching his brakes he struck her. I can still see her eyes hold on mine at that last second coming towards me. The soft thud as she hit, the scrape as she was rolled under the car and dragged down the road. When I found her she was already dead. It was the most horrible thing I ever seen. He was angry and blamed the car who hit her. Yes, but really it was him trying to force me to cling to him in my grief, he let her out. It took so long for me to leave, but I hated him from that day on. He would sleep with a loaded shotgun next to the bed and threatened to kill me if I ever left. I did though, I did. Poor Kelly, ghost dog, for so long I hated that lilac city and could not claim my name there. Not anymore though I do not have to be afraid anymore, I can reclaim my name now.

In some of your pictures, particularly those of flying birds, you will at times want to depict a wide expanse of landscape and sky; so, among many other things, here is yet another line of study to tackle, for bird painting obviously demands that you should be something of a landscape painter. Your days will be very full.

-C.F. Tunnicliffe
and indeed they are...

Storm

The Whale

Pulled because I just don't like it, not right...sorry readers~!
Ok, some things are creative devices a word here an idea there, reality is somewhat different. Anyway I am agitated and I wasted the day on a painting that I did not put enough thought into and now it is just a big bad painting. This happens from time to time, bad art. So you push them aside and move on. I just do not ever have any time to work and it is making me crazy.

yep I am cute baby

Sit on it. I will sit quiet. Life twists and turns. If you want something then come and take it, if you dare. Why? Life is short and meant to be lived, live then!

Oh and by the way, Palin's family member has down syndrome not autism, get it right.

Ok, when someone complains about your supporters threatening to kill him, laughing is generally not an acceptable response, nor is sighing, or eye rolling.
No you did not do well, and what makes you think McCain that just because you served in the military or anyone else who did, whom I respect for their service, can just walk in a classroom and teach? You are going to wave all of the state certification requirements and anoint them teacher. Thanks, so glad I worked my ass off to get my two degrees needed and went into incredible debt. Thanks a whole lot, ass.
I am sorry but I would rather not pay taxes on my health care thank you, and $5,000 is not going to cut it.
WAS anyone else watching this??? Argh.

A silly self interview just to be tacky...

So you have a blank canvas in front of you?

Yes I have this big show coming and I have to get working. The funny thing is that I want to paint more mammals lately including the bi-pedal kind (us) and now I will be forced to work exclusively on birds, because of the show.

How does one start a painting?
I usually feel them first then see them in my mind. They then bother me, like a little voice in my head and demand to be painted. Unfortunately the three that are haunting me do not have birds in them and therefore have to wait several months. Hopefully the impulse for them does not die off as it can do.

So why are you slacking now?
I have no idea what to paint with this unanticipated theme switch, I was on a creative roll with the other ideas. Birds also represent so much and I just do not want to go there. The paintings also have to be more academic and traditional and part of me wants to abandon realism. A tough spot, to tighten the control when you want to lose it.

So go figure it out you ninny...this is way to important!
I KNOW, and I will, believe me I get my S... done. I am also working on other opportunities at the same time, because I am crazy passionate about this art thing. People do not understand it, how it drives me all day long. It is what I want to do even when I am avoiding it on this type of distraction. Off I go....

Proud Corby

You are an everyday mythic figure
with a striking resemblance to history
in ordinary clothes
I catch the glint
of your gold brown owl eyes
and find a thousand stories in them
In this life you create a passage or two
I read it in your face
a thousand small lines
woven in an unending dance
of histories, blood, trials
all the great cycles
that dance around in that eye
as it opens and closes
letting in the light
that the hand will use
to make your magic real

by the Corbyhawk herself -not so sure on this one, I want it to say more, but here it is...
I smiled all day long I am sure everyone wondered why. Wonder wonder I just smiled that sly small little smile, celebrate today and work work work tomorrow.

From Alaska to NY

A greater white fronted goose among a zillion (ok a lot) of Canada Geese in NY today. He may have flown a bit too far east from Alaska on his way south.

Funny, I owe some of today's triumph to a barn owl, a red-tail hawk and a broad winged hawk. I loved those birds and I honor their memory. I learned how to face my fear with that red-tail even after she got me pretty good, I still worked with her. The barnie taught me about fighting for what is right and to not give up even when it seems like the world is not on your side. The broad wing taught me about trust, he trusted me enough to be the only non-imprinted formerly wild bird willing to jump up on my fist, for no reward. Amazing that another creature can trust a seeming predator. I can believe in today, today was pure joy. This world that I love gave me back a gift, a true gift and I am incredibly grateful for it.

Time for a Lane Change

Domestic
I am edgy to get there
and edgy to leave
trying to always find the right thing
pacing like a captive animal
worn rut in my view
that despite my persistent motion
never changes
just wears deeper
I cannot find now
with tomorrow coming
shielding myself from
the steady blow
of the onlooker's pointing finger

-kaw kaw kiyree by the Corbyhawk who is rethinking the title, maybe domestic bliss but then that is too sarcastic...

Car-ride
my thoughts are like
phantoms
they cross me darkly
rabid at this dull conversation
the monotony of days
with petty little word falls
meant to fill up air
I want to squeeze it out
more then the circular routine
pantomimes of meaning
I furrow my brow
and look out the window
as the colors of the day fly past
while your cadence carries on

Yep by me, the Corbyhawk herself

The image grabbed me-the bear emerging triumphant into a tabula rasa of clean, untrodden snow after surviving the raging storms of winter; the passage from darkness into light; the inevitability of the cycle drawing a perfect circle of rebirth and life"

-From The Blue Bear by Lynn Schooler

I am a mope box today generally down in the dumps as of late and I cannot seem to shake it.

Raven and Merlin

Mysteriously they entered, those few minutes.
Mysteriously, they left.
As if the great dog of confusion guarding my heart,
who is always sleepless, suddenly slept.
It was not any awakening of the large, not so much as that,
only a stepping back from the petty.
I gazed at the range of blue mountains,
I drank from the stream. Tossed in a small stone from the bank.
Whatever direction the fates of my life might travel, I trusted.
There was nothing left to be saved from, bliss nor danger.
The dog's tail wagged a little in his dream.

-The Promise by Jane Hirshfield

my sweet girl

How will these words fall out?
To describe this dream
your hand drew mine
palm up palm down
tracing the edges of our match
puzzled at such a ready fit.
I rested on your shoulder
and could smell your skin
Was it only flashes of a dying mind
that resists the loss of life it craves?
How I wish it were prophecy
the true taste of your mouth
not just a trick of imagined memory.
This has flitted along the edges
of me all day
an unexpected visit
from a forgotten ache.
The laugh of G-d
cursing me to a shell of want
flooding my pulses with latent desire.
My prayers go unanswered
before dawn you broke through
took my surrender found my love
but I awoke too soon.

-By the Corbyhawk herself who is still stuck on the same long drawn out muse who doesn't have the fainest idea about any of this...sigh...why can't you ever get back into the same dream once you are awake and try to get back to it? I would have slept all day and night, for days, months, years...

A little Trumansburg for yah...Herd of 'Em?

ok, John McCain or McStain ummm, last time I checked $5,000 is not going to really cover anything when it comes to health care and I am not your friend, so please stop addressing me as such. Personally you act like an ass who is clearly rattled and your record shows that you helped get our country into this big mess. Oh and maybe next time stop pumping your shaking fist every five seconds and standing like you are Napolean., I mean do your shoulders even move?
Ugh presidential you are not...

a bit of rest

Too long and quickly I have lived to vow
The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know-again the shriveled bough
Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
And these hard lands be quivering with grain-
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

-from Transition by Dorothy Parker

Yeah What?

Today was rather quiet and it felt good. I am concentrating on my goals, step by step, day by day, moment by moment, and it goes. I have not given up, nope I work away, head down dreams up.

Thieves

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around
tighter than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees
as the sun is risen,
Breezes of land and love scent from living shores to you on
the living sea, to you O sailors!
Frost-mellow'd berries and Third-month twigs offer'd fresh
to young persons wandering out in the
fields when winter breaks up,
Love-buds put before you and within you whoever you are,
Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,
If you bring the warmth of the sun to them they will open
and bring form, color, perfume to you,
If you become the ailment and the wet they will become
flowers, fruits, tall branches and trees.

-Walt Whitman

If you missed the Vice Presidential debate or if you did and you are still trying to get Pollyanna Palin's voice out of your head check this out and laugh your bottoms off!

Oh and fair and balanced media on Fox News here

Sockeye

I am the salmon
who rubs off it's scales of sorrow
I am the gull
who picks out the egg of creation
I am the eagle
who's talons sever loss
I am the sky
that enfolds wings
I am the rain
that falls as tears upon you
I am the still pool
reflecting souls
I am the river
erasing time down mountains
I am the ocean
who cradles the young
I am the salmon
who always returns to you

-In the shamanic tradition by the Corbyhawk who will not be bothered by being the fool again and again and again because their really is no antidote for a heart. If you have heard of one let me know.

a dream city

She's tired
lay your weary
head down
fly under
this city
of concrete bridges
yellow lights
pulse in time
taking you
further away
the birds settle
in the dark
on the rooftops
waiting for what
will not come
the sun has gone out
no struggle
will free it's chariot
of blazing hope.

-by the Corbyhawk

hopefully

This will be a crabby post, it has been a crap week and my job is well.... I think it is very sad when young people promote as a joke images that are pro-nazi and therefore anti-semitic, racist, and well add sexist to it because it had that element as well. I also think it is doubly sad when people do not take that kind of thing seriously and let it slide under the carpet. I never can, I am far too passionate. Which can at times get me in trouble. It is so easy for the young to forget the reality of tragedy in this world, so easy to go again on that slippery slope. I worry that this may be a window into the future and it chills me deeply. I think it is important to never forget how easily hate can breed.

This is news from Birdchick Blog-They(you know the people in office) are trying to mess with the Endangered Species Act in order to just really leave their sham legacy. According to the Washington Post "The new rules, which will be subject to a 30-day per comment period, would use administrative powers to make broad changes in the law that Congress has resisted for years. Under current law, agencies must subject any plans that potentially affect endangered animals and plants to an independent review by the Fish and Wildlife Service or the National Marine Fisheries Service. Under the proposed new rules, dam and highway construction and other federal projects could proceed without delay if the agency in charge decides they would not harm vulnerable species." Read the entire article here and wonder no more why the last 8 years have sucked.
Do something here, and thanks to Sharon of BirdChick Blog for calling attention to this.

Reverse limbo

The blue jay calls
keep it keep it
I rub the stone beneath my fingers
the coolness transfers
suddenly summer is gone
I see the still water
it must move somewhere
as it goes and stays
but never sits
one for the love I cannot give
one for the love I cannot forget
the rings of each reflect the sky

-by the Corbyhawk

All day long my mind circles
like a dizzy bee
Drunk on the middle line of light
Cast one pebble for who I crave
One for who I cannot seem to want
Honey powder dusting stones
leaving traces
it falls but does not sink
like the bee floating backwards
its wings swimming
legs pumping to grasp
clinging to the fingertip offered
then mercilessly stings
to forget the memory of flowers.

-By the Corbyhawk herself

washed datura white

A Moment with Apples

It is rain again.
It is rain becoming
a mirror along
black stretches of road
winding through a country
that explodes
with the red of apples
at every turn.
It is rain glazing
the apples before they fall,
glazing the red glaze
of apples, which hang there,
silent, almost breathing,
feeling the change of
season move around
the shapes they make
in the unpronounceable air,
as if a pair of hands
moving that way,
almost touching, could
tell us something
we have no other way
of knowing.

-By Ralph Black
-Once I lived next to a giant apple orchard and could smell the sweet ripening apples in the fall. Though today I made apple pie using apples from my tree in the backyard. It is the first year it has given me more then just one. The pie was delicious...

The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all the care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

-W.H. Auden

Polar Bears hate Palin also...

Ok, it is safe now for me to officially declare "I hate Sarah Palin". Yep, she sucks people. I am a woman and I don't like her, I am human and I don't like her, really I actually care about the planet and our environmental future so therefore I dislike her. She makes Bush look like a liberal tree hugger (not that I am not a liberal tree hugger myself). Read about it and prepare to gain your own hostile feelings here.

Part of the Crane painting

This is a snippet of my newest painting...

Today was a good day, I got to be an artist for the entire glorious day! The weather was perfect, clear blue sky sunny without a trace of humidity. I spent the day painting walls for my next show and learning spanish swear words from my bilingual friends. I brought a bunch of things to show, since I wasn't sure what exactly would work in the space. So I had a few paintings in my car when I was on my way to pick up some prints I had left at another show. So I go in and as I am about to leave the gallery owner gives me a sheet for a call for work. Well I just happened to have the perfect painting in my car. So I tell her, bring it in and bammo!I am in another show! It will not be up for a while but still, how cool is that? Ah what a day and now I can swear in Spanish (if I could only remember what it was...)

Oh you know who this is for, have a listen here and smile because you are amazing, you yes you, amazing, hands down, no contest.

There was a moment in the laps today where I felt like I could go on endlessly. It was about 20 minutes into them when it all became automatic. I charged down the lane pulling the water as if I were flying. It felt amazing to soar through the pool. I even flipped at the end of each lap, pushing out like a gannet hits the water in a dive. I could only manage two laps of butterfly tonight and they were not quite as graceful. Still it was good. Sleep well my friends, may tomorrow be glorious for you and filled with waking dreams.

How I feel after work...

Love and Thought

Two well-assorted travellers use
The highway, Eros and the Muse.
From the twins is nothing hidden,
To the pair is nought forbidden;
Hand in hand the comrades go
Every nook of Nature through:
Each for other they were born,
Each can other best adorn;
They know one only mortal grief
Past all balsam or relief;
When, by false companions crossed,
The pilgrims have each other lost.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Unwrapped

Listen to a story at www.themoth.org

I think I am done with this painting, until I hang it in a show and think of all the things I still should do to it. Now I am wondering what I should do, it is rainy so no gardening... maybe I will cook up the apples from my tree. Or maybe I will start drawing out my next painting. Perhaps I should daydream, but what about I wonder. What to dream?

In other news I am now down 2 pant sizes thank you to my laps, and a shirt size.

A woman stopped me when I was exiting the art supply store today, "You a student?" she asked.
"Oh, no" I replied. "An artist then" she said," You go girl!"
Yep I am going girl, going to look at this painting and try to make sure it is really near done...

I know change is a bad thing,
it breaks me down into a sorry sad thing,
not some iridescent grateful butterfly.

I resist with defiance,
not the power of a mystic silence.
I will fight the dizzy spiral of goodbye.

And it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

Please don't say you don't love me,
never dangle any sword above me
with the kind of change that severs me in two.

Give me amberizing glasses.
Could you slow it down like molasses,
as I salvage my old self away from you.

Oh it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

Because I have have seen insane things -
all those grand historic paintings,
morning light on polished swords and burnished pride.

Anxious smiles encased in whalebone,
spines of steel from head to tailbone,
cannons poised to blast the turning of the tide.

It's a sad and a strange thing,
but it's time and I am changing
into something good or bad,
well that's your guess.
I'm my own sovereign nation,
dedicated to a transformation,
marching on with this target on my chest.

Oh yes.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
Oh, It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

It's alright, it's all right, it's alright.
Oh, It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.

-By Dar Williams From her new amazing album "The Promised Land"
Which is really great for painting to.

What is getting older but realizing the scope of time as it passes. The intensity of trying to hold on tight to what you value above measure yet knowing the soft melancholy of letting it go. I thought about this today as I swam my laps. If I had a magic fairy dust maybe I would pour it over me to make me beautiful and erase all those little signs of wear. Or perhaps I should make it more useful, give it someone in need of better health or use it to take away my longing. My problem is pride, it makes me not want to ever look bad or as if I am doing something wrong. It drives me to relentless perfectionism and keeps me from acting on my desires, since I am afraid ever afraid. Like the mouse mouse I can be. An older mouse mouse... a melancholy mouse mouse

Crows

From a single grain they have multiplied.
When you look in the eyes of one
you have seen them all.

At the edges of highways
they pick at limp things.
They are anything but refined.

Or they fly out over the corn
like pellets of black fire,
like overlords.

Crow is crow, you say.
What else is there to say?
Drive down any road,

take a train or an airplane
across the world, leave
your old life behind,

die and be born again-
wherever you arrive
they'll be there first,

glossy and rowdy
and indistinguishable.
The deep muscle of the world.

-Mary Oliver

Getting ready for winter

The rasberries were sweet on my tongue, the few that my plant finally produced this year after growing but not flowering for three years. I pulled the pumpkins out from the yellowing vines, their orange color breaking against my eyes. I love harvest time and preparing my ramshackle gardens for the winter. Someone called it "putting them to bed" a cozy, rather loving expression for the plants. Like I am tucking them in for the long winters night. I thought of that as I pulled the last batch of weeds and mulched around them. My moon flowers as I call them, or Datura are flowering so beautifully now. They open as evening comes unfurling in a spiral from their closed cones. I will hate to see the frost get them when it finally arrives. I made a batch of pesto, grinding up the fragrant oregano and tasting the slight bitter tang of it. Ah my deadline has come for my painting sooner then expected but I cannot rush into her, her showing must wait. Damn.

Happy Birthday BB King!!
Roll with the sounds of Stormy Monday!

Ornithology for Beginners

The bird that feeds from off my palm
Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
But double, to me, is worth the thrush
A-flickering in the elder bush.

Dorothy Parker

F Gordon Ramsay's F list

Having some raw Atlantic Puffin heart for the sake of some crappy shock tele.
Read about it here
Read about Atlantic Puffins here
I bet Great Auk's were tasty too, ass

Corbies are so smart check this out here

Love this website: www.birdcinema.com

Closing down

I am done with emotional missives on the blog, it is time for work and to move forward on my dreams, day by day. So I will be speaking through others words for a time and painting all the rest. I need to be busy and proactive and to find my work, it is the only way to go.

Post-Graduate

Hope it was that tutored me,
And Love taught me more;
And now I learn at Sorrow's knee
The self-same lore.

Dorothy Parker

I am removing this poem because well, because. I am better today, generally not as sad. I need to be more dedicated about my painting. I worked on one today but I am listless about it. It looks generally good so far and is coming along but I just do not have that crazy passion I normally get for them. Perhaps that is the doldrums I am in, causing me to be so lax when I never usually am. Life is change and today I rolled over a bit into the acceptance of what can not be. Am I sad about that, oh you can bet on it. Actually I am not quite sure how I will recover from it and I am struggling with it. I had such hopes, crazy unrealistic hopes, and this drive of belief that fed me and my work....(edited section out) .... Anyway I have to find my work again and I am plain sad and painting birds just feels like heartbreak right now, so I want to paint something else, I hate birds today. Still I work on the crane, the lonely shadow crane, with such heartbreak in it. It is such a cool painting despite the orange undertone. I might freeze just looking at it, washed out freeze, blue, blue whites with some yellow and violets. Like a drained soul. Sometimes the way the world is organized is so artificial and it does not allow for how things can be. I wish I were more brave,.... Although I am so damn grateful for what was, I would be an idiot a thousand times over and I take none of feeling this back. It is worth it, so I am sad, so what? I am strong enough to still believe in dreams.

Paired

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crises point the way.

I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?

-Mary Oliver (this one is for you A)

9-11 Corby

Out to Sea

A letter requesting wood

I lost the rain and the wind
and wonder what I've gained
since I lost the green shade
I sometimes sink and die
Its my heart that isn't happy
and searches beneath my shoes
for things spent or lost,
Perhaps that sad land
moves in me like a ship:
but I changed planets.
The rain no longer knows me.

Pablo Neruda

Have a rant, I am prone to them as of late. The politically sensitive do not read on as this is a rare political Corby post.

I was in Alaska as you well know and the word on the street in Alaska is that they are having a crisis of exodus, meaning people are leaving because they cannot not afford to live there. They are also in the midst of a energy crisis, this in the place where they drill and have pipelines. Ok, so why in the hell does anyone want to elect as the Vice President the governor of this State??? This just mystifies me, really what the hell are they thinking. Have another lie with that.

I know unusual for me to wax political but it has been making me crazy. Nuts, this entire system is just plain crap, I am not even voting. Not that it matters I am in a blue state and my vote utterly does not ever count. No one inspires me with hope they are both hacks really, men of the system. Who have never taught a day in their life but both feel qualified to tell us all how to do our jobs. Obama, how about merit pay for politicians based on your performance, ass. Where the hell do you plan on getting the funding for that idea that you can never implement anyway? What about art teachers, will you pay me based on student product. No we are sorry your 4 year olds are just not coloring to par so we are docking your pay. STUPID, last time I checked education is a bit more then a test score. Do we wax romantic about the teachers we have had that made sure we got the high score on the ELA? (um, would you be lining your pockets with the major testing companies pork pay, now that we are on the topic of pigs as of late) And I wanted so very much to believe in you, damn.

Lastly, drill drill drill.... McCain WTF? Whatever happened to your GREEN sucking up to the environmental movement in the right wingers side. Oh that's right you flap flap flap in the wind, whatever direction it happens to be blowing in.

Last time I checked we were screwed. Yep, the Arctic sea ice shrank more then ever this year and they had a cold summer. So lets drill and talk about useless education policies we can never implement. Hello people we have more important legacies for the kids of the future. Do I tell the 7 year old who mentioned polar bears are disappearing today that I am sorry everyone else is worried about utterly useless stuff and name calling. So no polar bears for your future, cause we are idiots and that is all I can say. People just ANNOY me so much lately and I am finding it more difficult to keep my mouth shut as I have for so long. I am tired of fear and have decided to fight.

So they are both idiots and quite frankly we deserve something a bit MORE, don't we.

Salmon

Your body of my body
together we weep for the
invincibility of time
before time
joined at the mouth
of the ocean
to the fingers of rivers
creeks, streams
endlessly running upwards
on this path leaving a trace
of scale brushed rock
we swim to rot on
riverbeds
soul to earth of earth
together we dance
for the creation
of life before life

-by the Corbyhawk herself
who is lately a big miserable wretch yipee yi yo kai yea

Lesser Sandhill Cranes

Cranes are here in part to remind us that there should always exist a few wild places on earth where only very special animals can survive. Such animals carry with them unspoken messages from those remote and wonderful places that only they can visit easily. Most people have never seen the Himalayas, nor will most have the good fortune to seek out black-necked cranes on the Tibetan Plateau. Yet perhaps it is enough to know that the mountains are there, and that somewhere amidst those mountains there is a wonderful species of crane is largely a mystery, and whose life is still essentially untouched by human influence.

-From Crane Music by Paul A. Johnsgard

Twin Lilies

A lily of a day
is fairer far, in May
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.

-Ben Johnson from "The Turne"

Nicole Kidman in the movie Invasion

So today was not so bad, .... So thanks Nicole I guess for your chick's kick alien ass flick. Today was not as bad as I expected it to be and it helps to know I am steadily building my dreams and sometimes you have to kick some ass, alien or not.

Corbies in the dump

I am tired, I am tired in a deep and profound way today... I am still on the path to that dream. It is just harder alone generally. I really did love my time there and am grateful for it. Argh, I have to be strong tomorrow and I am dealing with an empty account of reserve.

Stay well and live right now.

May it be a good year...

The teacher said to the students
"Come to the edge."
They replied "We might fall."
The teacher again said
"Come to the edge."
And they responded
"It's too high."
"Come to the edge"
the teacher demanded.
And they came and
the teacher pushed them
and they flew.

-Guillaume Apollinaire