SOLSTICE

I love the moment, the hour, the day when the sunlight starts to come back. The Winter Solstice. St. Lucy's day. Advent. The darkness on the Prairies in December nudges me into the folds of my parka... into the cushions of my sofa in the chilly studio... into the deep caves of my melancholy. Today I breathe easier. Morning comes moments earlier. Time itself inspires... expires & I feel the opening up of possibility once again. Our solar system unfurls the overture of life returning in the lengthening of days. I worry too much. Life is so precious... so beautiful. I have the great gift of days ahead of me. I am releasing the knots from my brow..the kinks in my soul & celebrating the sun rising anew from the cold white fields of Saskatchewan, like the Phoenix lifting  from the ashes. I am so glad to be alive today. Yes. That is my word today. YES! Today & always.... YES!!!

SUMMER OF LOVE

1967 was  a pivot year. Everything changed. I was alive. I was there. It was the end of innocence…. the beginning of what we are now becoming. That was the year of the great American car… the chariot of the American Dream. The car as the machine of destiny… speed, beauty, grace, steel & glass. The Mustang. The Cougar. The Charger. The SS Chevelle. You could fall in love with a car that year. You could fall in love with humanity that year. The fruits of civilization seemed tangible. At the wheel of an internal combustion engine. Power at the tips of your toes. The sky blue and vast. The full moon still unblemished…. virginal.  The air pure. The highways sketched like silver threads out to the horizon. On the Road… born to be wild. It all changed after that…. it all changed. A car means something different now. We are different. The innocence is ended. We are starting to know ourselves as we truly are. The road still stretches out ahead. Does the sun rise?  Does the sun set?