Song

9/9/10 – Thursday evening, seven o’clock… the word I have been looking for to complete the song in my head jumps out at me. It’s not my song but a Wings song which speaks to me these days. Just when my dear Wings are singing in Bangor, the song returns to me…

Air moves us
…the sand carrying air of the coastal dunes, the fog swirling air in the redwoods, the clear sun air of the high mountains… they all move me…

Fire transforms us
…sun on the tips of morning trees, stars crisp and bright in the dark night, shorts weather warmth in the afternoon, an invitation to walk; the passion to see shapes and colors and patterns more fully, to paint the passion, to touch the finite and the infinite…

Water shapes us
… the flat plains, the jagged, water carved mountains, glacial carved valley after valley, foot hills where people nestle their activities near water, hillsides golden and green with dry grass and trees…

Earth heals us
…how could one not be centered, focused, passionate while day after day walking and moving thru this beautiful land…

And the balance of the wheel goes round and round, the balance of the wheel goes round
Sometimes this land is so big that it is too hard to embrace… to see its majesty… at these times I see the immediate.. the swirl of red bark on cedar trees, the rich blacks and grays of basalt rock faces, the intricate patterns of lichen and moss growing on the trunk of trees, the seed pods of the grasses… these bring focus and power the wheel of life.