Between Mount Elbert and Mount Massive.
“The clearest way into the universe
is through a forest wilderness.”
John Muir.
Circular heart
circular motion- -unwind
– -life- –
infinite lessons we left behind
circular patterns
in spiral whirlwind thunder
circles of thought
circles of mind
one mindset- –Earth
don’t mind the deviations
a body takes at Dreamtime
circadian cycles ticking- –
circular motion- -unwind
We were busy
collecting rainbows
in jars- -filling
our pockets with sunshine- –
dreams and emotion
deviations the mind
and heart take
in the spiral whirlwind thunder
– -life- –
soul’s circular haven
a womb of gold dust cobwebs
mind- – heart
love’s circular spiral
a coiled spring unwinding
spins them- -sends them
both mind and heart
side trekking the whirlwind thunder
of life- –
soul’s circular haven
a locked door
circular love in life cycles
never-ending, this circular motion
a potion for madness
– -for light
darkness is indifferent
when hearts unwind
find the key- –
infinite lessons
we left behind
in spiral whirlwind thunder
beneath the pillow at Dreamtime
“You should study not only that you
become a mother when your child is
born, but also that you become a child.”
Dogen.
We listened to Eric Clapton, .38 Special, Carlos Santana, Trudell, and the FIXX while thinking how great the world was, after all we were in it together. We had a lot for parents so young, too young. We had each other and we had love. You made our lives easy on $3.50 an hour. We learned about cloth diapers, survival, and the proper way to load our backpacks, but keeping them under forty pounds was impossible, but you always brought the beer. Yes, our chosen trails were narrow and steep. We climbed them, eager to make camp and enjoy the solitude. How two kids could enjoy such a life, I don’t know, but they did. You made our memories. The four of us were not just a family, but a team and happily growing up together. We always thought a lifetime meant forever. Who knew it would turn out to be only fourteen years. The other sixteen we’ve spent apart, although still together at heart. How was I to know they would grow up and leave me behind. Even as grown men they still need us.
“Ah, but I was so much older then; I’m
I’m younger than that now.”
Bob Dylan.
I still love it.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Family Photographs Property of Suzie Ashby. All Rights Reserved.
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