Shadows

Darkness then light, the difference between the variation of grey and black, off white pale and soft. Shadows bounce off the wall and roll on the ground, flutter, lay flat, perpendicular, parallel, inside out, upside down, over and under, surrounding us by the light of day around the corner into the empty space. Shadows in the night like whispers in your ears, a comma at the end of a sentence that continues on it's way until it reaches the end with the appropriate punctuation mark that indicates how the line ends, like a gentle reprieve from one thing to the other.

The angles begin and end in geometric ways in a vague formless subtle manner. The edge of darkness bleeds into a soft illumination or a stark contrasting nondescript color. Shadows are everywhere and created by direct and indirect light, space, form, matter, motion and beyond.

A shadow mimics itself, it duplicates, follows and clings to it's own reflection. A metaphor for life, death, the lively, lonely, lost, large, little or big love. Our shadow in heaven longs to touch our earthliness without disturbance, without, so much as a hint, a shadow makes the connection in such a way, we do not understand but it's neither a good thing nor bad, a shadow's only concern is to be a shadow. No wrong way to go about the business of being a shadow, only to be best of the best that a shadow can possibly be.

Headlght's

How does she run, sound, feel? Like blood and water run though my veins oil and gas run through the lines that lead to the motor, my shoes wear well like good tires. My constitution and health correspond to performance and horsepower under the hood. My eyes are wide open like headlights turned-on, my traditionally built legs carry me to the next place like solid suspension, chassis and axle.

Buckle-up prepare for lift-off and transportation, propel into the next place and space. The need to move, groove, race, keep the pace, rush, wear and tear it up, static, essential to our existence and speaks to positive elements of life. People, machines, time, life pushes on one step and mile at a time moving to the beat of the rhythm in slow motion and above the speed limit, while in Neutral and in Park.

Safe and secure as the spare tire, booster cables the emergency kit in place equal to good thinking and positive perspective preparing the motorist for life's dangerous curves and unforeseen detours. The motor vibrates like a kitten purrs when running well or screams and screeches out of control in the night when vehicles and people collide bodies are strewn scattered like mangled doll's across the field with an on-going search for survivor's.

The heart of the car transposes to the engine of the body, the transmission- the kidney's, the air filter- the lungs, the clothes the upholstery, the paint and body correlates to one's attitude while the hood, roof and trunk outline the human body. It's an obvious metaphor along with the creation, design, build, wear and tear, history, the ending is the same. The life and condition of the old car, of classic caliber and parallels the quality of human life, the reflection, presence or absence of respect and care given and received. Has the car or soul been driven to the ground or treated well and aging gently, full of character with great history and plenty of tread left on the tires?! Yeah, Let's go with that! ========= Let's Motor!

Plunge

Life, is a vast world of experiences, from the simple, subtle, sublime to the most exhilerating or excruciating times. We plunge into the depths of life in search of moments that satisfy the soul and are fulfilling. Then something changes, shifts occur, unexpectedly challenges rush in like a tsunami, with little to no warning.                         
To approach the day eager to take it on, head and heart first is ideal, to blast-off in the hopes of happy landings as other realities find us taking a nose dive, floundering, struggling.
One forward motion after the other we somehow manage to emerge from the turbulence, we hope stronger, wiser, more resiliant than ever and we pray better for the wear and tear.    

So much of tomorrow depends on what and how we go about today. We dream and hope for the best, that we are able to catch our breath, stand tall and lift-up our spirits to the peace and quiet our hearts crave and long for, at the end of the day.