Tell me friend. How does one speak to the world?Does one yell from a mountain top and hope for a reply?Or does one speak to the trees, commune with them, and listen for an answer?I deeply wish to know. I wish to know their stores.I long to hear their tales.All they have seen, all they … Continue reading Words of the World… Unspoken
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A New Day: One
I woke and took a first step, like so many before it felt new, from our structure. Soon the family joined me, as they always do, to breath in fresh free air. My labor has changed, it is my own, and I do it unhindered.
Status Update: Sixty Six
Deep cracks grew as I and the others took our rest. I woke in the morning to find the portal to our home unit torn asunder. Beyond it, I and the others beheld the dancers swaying once more, and the figure with one hand raised, palm out, beckoned our approach. Hand in hand with the … Continue reading Status Update: Sixty Six
Status Update: Sixy
Although faded the murmuring truth continued unabated through the night. My home unit trembles as cracks begin to form around its front portal. The others can only stair in awe and these events. To continue with my labor now, now that all this is revealed, seems… futile… and a lie. The figures hand as dropped, … Continue reading Status Update: Sixy
Status Update: Fifty Nine
Something is happening. Just beyond the walls of my home unit, visible now from my windows, something… no no, someone is happening. The dancers, who until now have swayed to unheard music, encircle this figure as a single finger from its hand points toward me. The silence that enclosed seems broken and we, I and … Continue reading Status Update: Fifty Nine
Status Update: Fifty Eight
Silence slowly creeps into the wall of my home unit. So intense is it that the others are fearful that their breath may waken some unsee force. I too go forward gently as I begin my labor.
Status Update: Fifty Seven
Moans turn to whimpers in the pre-light hours. All marvel at the pre-light, that thing so unknown to us. I can feel the last heavy weights of un-truth lifting away. Where will this bring us? Within my labor I hope answers reside.
Status Update: Fifty Six
Even as tendrils un-light begin to wither, I feel a desperate moan issue from my home unit. The others feel this too as it seems to pain at these changes. I must discover the meaning of this with my labor.
Status Update: Fifty Five
The radiance of this dazzling beam has cut through more un-light. My home unit gives a subtle hum in it. The others awake to find new energy. With my labor I hope to encourage these changes to continue.
Status Update: Fifty Four
A single thread of dazzling light cuts through the un-light to shine on my home unit. All are well and rejoice in this return. I focus my labor toward new light and it’s hope. Movements have begun beyond my window. The short of the individual and the others is drawing to an end, as my … Continue reading Status Update: Fifty Four
Rocky Mountain Musing 