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The Night I Missed the Northern Lights

In Poetry, Things I Have Loved on March 24, 2012 at 7:21 pm

Northern Lights, Missoula, Montana. Photographer Brad Hutcheson

The one night I most wanted to be awake, I slept.

I slept through the ring of the phone, the old-fashioned kind, an alert of a sound.

I slept as he knocked on my door in an attempt to share the very skies with me.

One night in Missoula, he witnessed a celestial kaleidoscope.

I have the picture, and the memory of the play of life across his face as he told me

of what had passed overhead on the night I slept.

Art is: John Cage, for Starters

In Art, Things I Have Loved on March 15, 2011 at 6:44 pm

Something tells me Garry Moore and CBS would have been a bit more…hesitant…

maybe, 4’33 of hesitation…

to invite Cage to perform this piece on I’ve Got a Secret.

And of course not 4’33.

Dead air? Or, “Silence cures all?”

Why does art have to mean or represent something? In 2011? We are just shy of the 100th anniversary of The Armory Show for crying out…silence.

San Francisco Giants make me *smile*

In Playtime, Things I Have Loved on October 23, 2010 at 8:48 pm

I am *smiling* Giant time!

Things I loved in my youth that make me smile today

In Things I Have Loved on August 19, 2010 at 2:03 pm

Proustian memories…I did not eat Madeleines growing up, so that’s not what haunts me…but a facebook friend just posted a rendition of Todd Rundgren in his current phase….and my mind and happiness jumped to a time….long, long ago, to a wizard, a true star in teen-aged heart…I was a total Todd Head. My vanity plate was “TODD R” for a few years…

I tracked down this little memory, from another memory (“Oh, yeah, I liked The Midnight Special). I actually remember staying up late to watch this as it first played….

I LOVED Todd….

Big Sky of Hoarfrost

In It's Not About the Asana, Things I Have Loved on December 29, 2009 at 8:12 pm

Sunday, December 27, 2009.

The drive back from Bozeman, always breath taking, was now spread before me layered, slathered, in hoarfrost. The vast expanse of hoarfrost encrusted-big sky, Wile E. Coyote worthy buttes, and little more than wheat fields, rolling hills, and mountain ranges of all size-persuasions now bound a spell.

My route, Hwy 287 from Three Forks to Helena. Just southeast of Townsend, around 3:00 p.m., it was like I’d been dropped inside a snowglobe…the post-freezing fog crystalized everything. Hoarfrost surrounded me, big sky-wide…

I was in a different universe. At first it was just visual. But as mile after all-alone, awestruck mile rolled away, I found myself (literally…there you are little Purusha!) in a different energetic universe. My teacher, Rod Stryker, tells us that being in nature is prana replenishing, and all important for Pitta balancing.

My energy, soul, and even mind resolute in the knowledge that the world is blissful by nature.

Which is exactly what Tantra is truly about….

The YouTube video was simply a YouTube search…not at all in Montana, and I don’t skate, but still….

in case you had not met the beautiful winter phenomena that occurs in very cold, very dry conditions, after a fog…

Autumn leaves, left.

In Things I Have Loved on October 9, 2009 at 4:30 pm

I’ve just spent my first, and surely only, fall in Helena, Montana.

Yes, it is only October 9, but fall has given in, has acquiesced to winter.

There wasn’t much at all of a fall leaves scene here, save for a few mildly yellow ones of some sort, which marks this as the palest of all falls I’ve witnessed since moving away from central Florida after autumn of 1989.

1990-1995. Greensboro NC had fall splendors that stopped me in my tracks, This became hazardous at times. (Native Floridian that I am, I’d gawk at the shameless maples while driving, to the point of slowing down to about 10 mph, not so safe.) And when fall break rolled into town (yeah, it puts spring break to shame for one such as myself), I’d set my car west, and be-dazzled, on the Blue Ridge Parkway each October.

1996-2007. Missoula MT had gorgeous, if not indigenous, maples. And larches. I remained entertained, peeping wise.

2007-2008. Sonoma. Sweet Sonoma. Grapevines. Crepe Myrtles. And others, which while more innocent than those raucous east coast types, made me smile. For hours and hours.

sonoma fall

Sonoma Fall

So, this being the first fall in 20 years that has been less than eye-catching, I’m recalling fall in appreciation. Of  colors past. And future. Yep, I’ll find them.