January 9, 2009 Friday
The space between the earth and heaven is filled with things that fly. Birds swoop and glide and feather on the breeze; silver tubes leaving wakes upon the white-blue sky; kites with tails aflutter and bemused children attached; and plastic bags and paper torn all dancing of their freedom with the wind. Be wary not to let the flying debris knock the sunglasses from your face. Good afternoon!
January 10, 2009 Saturday
No prose today.
January 11, 2009 Sunday
Snaking finger tendrils of copper-coloured desert crossed our path this morning. They clawed and undulated their way across the asphalt divide swirling the microcosmic dance of the web of life. I raised my sunglasses to watch things more clearly and found them the everyday hue of the pale dust so prevalent our desert valley. I think my sunglasses show me a more spiritual world. Good morning.
January 12, 2009 Monday
I read somewhere once that living vicariously through others is not living at all. I would have to disagree. My sunglasses and I have seen and heard and have experienced some amazing drama this week. We couldn't have gotten more on a nude beach in South America filled with jealous lovers. Living vicariously through others is like being a aunt... you get all the joys of the niece and nephew but get to give them back before they pee in your bed (or at least you hope.) Good morning!
January 13, 2009 Tuesday
"The verity of statements firm
Grants passage to this place in turn."
His winged feet beguile my soul
On travel into darkness whole.
We pass into the Underworld
For fleeting life has come unfurled.
Remove my frames so as to see
As we pass 'neath the worldly tree.
Then fields ablaze, Helios bright
Replace the shades to stay the light.
"The verity of statements firm,"
says the Keeper of the Herm.
"Relax, enjoy, no Cerebus pass
No Tartarus chains, no Hades' wrath...
The verity of statements firm
Show honour, virtue, ability to learn."
Pompaios Hermes then did lie
With grin and sigh and smile wry
Upon the golden grass so sweet
With shades in place all nice and neat.
January 13, 2009 Wednesday
Today I was graced to witness a small, young boy practicing on his skateboard. He was all alone; spinning and twirling... and falling... in the shadows of some palm trees off in a sequestered corner. With every failure he would upright himself, reassess, and retry the maneuver. If my sunglasses actually have the power to make me look at what IT desires me to see... then perhaps I should be grateful. Good evening! I hope your day went well.
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