everything is everything is everywhere

i am noticing, as we progress into the future, we are further disconnecting ourselves from the earth we live on. computer social networks pull us away from real flesh and blood relationships, television keeps us inside missing the slow and silent revolution of the day. some of us don't know, or even care, where the food we eat comes from.

there is a certain sacred relationship that we once had with the world we live in and we were once aware of the interconnectedness we shared with our earth and everyone, everything in it. long ago, we were mindful and conscientious to every tree, rock, and passing animal knowing of its animate nature and ethereal beauty, we performed rituals to honor each coming season, we paid attention to different signs from the clouds, the wind, the birds, and listened as they told of things to come. there was a kind of mutual respect that naturally occurred because we knew, metaphorically speaking, we were all rivers carrying the same ocean.

new lockets

...and the paintings

traversing mountain valleys
walking through darkened forests
the sound is much more simple
the light opaquely silent

footsteps fall upon discarded treasure and the birds cease to show
i come from far
and walk farther still
to my home
aglow
beyond

new pieces

there are carpets here

miss adeline

the magicianist

the separatists

"these people, living at the fringes of the forest, had passed through the centuries self sufficient and relatively unchanged. they brought their vegetables, craftwork, and music to market, amusing the city folk with their mysterious clothing, and ways of speech. the spirit that sustained them grew all around in the light of the sun and under the rain rolling over the hills and into the sea. the leaders in the communities of these people were healers and teachers whose gift was signified by the keeping of a luminescent glass orb called the jewel. the jewel was unveiled at the harvest of gatherings of music and play to signify the connection of each being to every moment of creation. watching the sunrise and set, tending to their gardens, and keeping cooperative communion with neighborly wild creatures, the Separatists were beyond the reach of any king."

-excerpt from "the musician's handbook of spells volume I: nobu" by michael musika

more and more cut and paste

"oleanna in the alpine meadows"

"the bride amalon awaits her groom"

"the return of general morel"