I tried to catch running water but all I got was this.
Catch
Category: environment
Re-claim
We will take it back…
Moss
Through the water I wadded, slowly the cold creeping up to my chest, the heat of the day was unbearable and the cold, a relief.
I pressed forward the heart cooling, slowing and the mind clearing. Up in front the water fell filtered through the moss. Each stream an individual drop united to form a string, a necklace of pearls reflecting the suns light.
I reached out to touch and my hand sank into the soft. Those five centimetres of give, the gentle resistance and response were pleasure. The cold and grainy friction released the tension in my heart and brought a smile to my face. Pure nature, simple touch and ecstasy.
Answer
If I write right on the left side on my leg does it make it wrong? If I sit and think of something that rings true to me, will my closest be gone? Is this pretty, is this right, is this the way or should I take flight? All the beauty in the world questioned with every word, descriptions and feelings flattened out to avoid the hardest curve.
So I sit and watch the stream and think of all things past, be kind to yourself and heed your voice and use the things you’ve learnt.
A Little More
Can you squeeze a little more out of what you have or do, or do you just replace it with something new.
With all the fun there is to be had can you live forever true.
But when you have sucked it all away the glass is empty, just buy a little something else to pick a new energy.
But it is true to say that if, you wait till it is dry there will be nothing left to inspire your inner eye.
So pack away the things you own and throw away the key, keep your eyes wide awake for the world’s simplicity.
Squeeze away, suck out the fun, drain all that it is there, please yourself, burn everyone, but don’t come crying when it is bare.
For the choice is yours, to drain to buy, the newest of the knew, the world has all the answers for all your questions true.
But remember when all is said and done to listen to yourself, ask yourself the question were you sheep or something else?
Patience
After you see the cat with the third eye you know that life is going to be a little different, how you are probably never sure, but for certain there will be a change.
It’s difficult to work out how much to take from the things you have seen, how much the clues from mother nature are of value to your choices, but there has to be something in it. The energy you take from pacha-mamma must affect you in some way, like the sun for plants, for every action there is a re-action, all the cliches.
Difficult to say, but the cat was beautiful that’s for sure and there seemed to be a clarity to the shapes and colours with current thoughts. I suppose you take a little of this and a little of that and hope you have the right balance.
Melissa
Melissa hurried to the back of the shop, picked up a scrap of paper and placed it in the front pocket of her bag. From the safe door she turned the small key with a red tag three times to the right, withdrew the key and placed it in the same pocket of her bag as the scrap of paper. Her nightly lock-up complete, she then walked out from behind the counter and in-between the rows and rows of DVD’s to the light switch. She looked back into the shop her heart rate increasing, she paused with her hand hovering over the switch looking in and out of the maze. Had she forgotten something? Had her colleague definitely left earlier or was he hiding behind one of the sets of shelves? She dismissed the thought, flicked the switches and the room immediately fell into darkness. She opened the door, stepped outside, out from the warm island created by the heating system above the door and into the cold damp air of winter.
She pulled the door shut and out of her bag took a large set of keys flicking through the set to find the one that fitted the lock. Her hands were stiff and her heart was beating quickly, she found the correct key, raised it to the lock and as she did her fingers faltered and the set dropped to the floor. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but there was no-one who cared, so she bent down and picked them up.
Addiction
It’s hard to say, I could stop and some days I decide today I won’t, but then something happens, friends call me up and we’re off again. I tell myself I don’t have anything better to do so I might as well enjoy now, and it takes the edge of things. You know calms the mind, dulls the mind… you don’t have to think so much. And look I once stoped for two days so it’s not like I can’t.
Simple
We arrived late at night, the process was simple, we all knew how to put it together and it was not long until we were out of the sun and the food was on the table.
I looked around at the faces of those that I loved and wondered about what was enough. What was needed or what was wanted. I looked back at my plate the flavour was the same, the same as always, but the smiles were there too, same as always.
Rich in Rocks
The pace of the afternoon was slow, but the heat made slow the only possible choice. As with all times like these the second hand did it’s best impersonation of the minute hand and the mind began to race.
Jamie stood there staring at the group of his fellow climbers and wished his mind would stop, I suppose the constant inputs from the boredom machines, the social sites and the constant comparisons had trained the mind to move fast. Removed the ability of the mind to go slow or encouraged the mind to constantly evaluate. He shook his body like a dog shaking his fur after being told off by his master, literally shaking the anxiety from his body.
‘So what do you do for money?’ The tall blonde man said to Jamie, surprising him. Jamie looked around the cliff checking that the question was directed at him.
‘Ummm…’ Jamie stuttered, not entirely sure how to answer. ‘I have an apartment I rent.’
‘Perfect’ the tall blonde man replied ‘That’s great, I mean that’s all you need’.
‘Yea… But it won’t last forever. I mean at some point I will have to do something else.’
The blonde man smiled at Jamie and stood up. ‘Well when you need to you will. And at that point you will be rich, rich in rocks.’
It sounded like he was going to continue, but he didn’t, he just walked away clasping the hand of his daughter. Jamie stared at the back of the couple confused but finally the second hand slowed, his shoulders relaxed, the race was run.
Life From the Dirt 