slow dancing

with the turning

of the season

a gentle breeze

is blowing

and with it

comes a knowing

that it's time

for letting go

then like lovers

we're slow dancing

to the waiting

ground below

-stacy wills (9/30/10)

collaboration

if you are a regular reader here, you won't be seeing anything new. the artwork in this video has all been featured here at one time or another. what will be new to you is the music you hear. that's my beloved playing. i asked him to play something original to go along with the images and he graciously (and truth be told, a little reluctantly) agreed. he hasn't had much time to play his guitar these days; the pace of his life goes about 70 mph, and he felt rusty. plus, guitar strings are tough on tender fingertips. but he persevered...just as he had all afternoon trying to even figure out how to make a video. when it was all said and done, i watched it about 5 million times...just to hear my beloved play.

what the lake said to the moon

let my stillness

be your mirror

come...

see yourself

in me,

let me show you

how beautiful

you are

the firefly

i just want

to be for

awhile

to be the

firefly

and not the

one trying

to capture

the light

wordless wednesday

between two worlds

between two worlds

life hovers like a star,

'twixt night and morn,

upon the horizon's verge

how little do we know

that which we are...

-lord byron (1788-1824)

broadside

the secret of seeing

is to sail

on solar wind.

hone and spread

your spirit,

till you yourself

are a sail,

whetted, translucent,

broadside

to the merest puff.

-annie dillard (b. 1945)

the women

they sang the words

in unison, yet somehow

created a web of sounds

with their voices. it

was like hearing a piece

of fabric woven with

all the colors of a rainbow.

-from the red tent

by anita diamant (b. 1951)

release your colors

release your colors
into the world!
who knows
what dear soul
may be in need

of your soaring

magenta today,

the wildness of

your fuchsia,

the groundedness

of your burnt umber,

the soothing tones

of your greens and blues...

let alone your

own precious self, so

weary from holding
them all inside.

-stacy wills (9/03/2010)

rainbow leap

...i looked up

and saw the

rainbow leap

with flames of

many colors

over me

-black elk (1863-1950)

wordless wednesday