the deities that surround us

("across" ethαnea)

grizzly man

Notte Sento (English subtitles) from napdan on Vimeo.

my favorite word is constellation.
it entails so many things.

Wolves in the Canyon

During snow storms it is always the most quiet.
Sometimes as a child I would leave my bed
to walk out in the white padded dark
and sit at the canyon's edge, tucked neat
amongst the lacy shelter of tangled willows.

The voice of one wolf can split itself so that it sounds like
the voice of three,
so a small pack of wolves sounds like the most lonesome
chorus.
Sitting out at the canyon's edge,
looking out upon the still strange landscape of winter,
I knew their song.
I felt it deep in my belly.
Sometimes I was sick with it,
so heavy was it in me that all I could do
was open my mouth and let it call out.
It was instantly my comfort.
My own treasure harbored somewhere
behind my lungs, inside my heart.
It was the song of my soul, I imagined,
and I would lend it to the wolves
and sing with them in the still of midnight,
while my brothers lay sleeping,
beneath thick blankets of dreaming.

-Jewel Kilcher

("one way i could never touch you" erin jane nelson)

this time i was younger, maybe 9. i was wearing hand-me-down shirts from my brother, and running through the forest's ground cover of dead leaves. i kept climbing trees, hopping rocks across the creek, yelling and laughing at the top of my lungs. my friend was there, though i dont know him in real life, and we found a picture of us that was absolutely amazing: it was taken from below, and we were in a tree. but the branches of the tree jetted out perfectly parallel to the ground, and very close to one another (much like a raft made of logs, though with spaces between the logs) and we were lying across them and looking down into the camera. the tree had hundreds of leaves, we were surrounded by green. but you could just make out our tiny smiling faces, and our toes dangling down. then the dream became lucid; i was so excited to have found this masterful gem, and became so eager to show my friends and family in real life that i actually woke up.

dream and awake

("1.1" *Blueberry Pie)

i went to sleep hoping for a dream filled of wonder and magic, something fluid and loosely fantastical. i woke up remembering how i had found hundreds of my fortunes from fortune cookies piled up neatly somewhere, and how i then shoved them all into my pockets for safe keeping.