The Earth Breathes Slowly

The Way Things Stay the Same Beneath my Feet.

Yesterday, Eric explained to me what slacklining is. I think I had known before, but I am certain I had never been able to find the words, to understand what I was thinking. I do that a lot… I don’t know how to decipher the pictures and the words and the waves of feeling that roll in like the tide across my brain. They end up a swirling into a storm, a hurricane that ravages my mind. But Eric makes things clearer for me so often. Maybe that’s why I love him.

The line will always be there. You don’t look down. Eyes stay up. Feet feel their way. They trust the 1 inch of substance floating in the middle of the air. They know it continues. No turns. No surprises. Like God.

2 weeks ago

Things I have forgotten.

I was laying outside in the grass at my house and it was dusk, the clouds a faint gray up in the heights of the sky. They moved in smokey tufts… seemed to be blown ever-so-gently by the cool breeze. In the foreground swayed the budding branches of an adolescent oak.. the yellow of its young pollen seemed intensified by the hues of blue that lightly dusted every surface. Across the middle depth, little black silhouettes flitted on the wind. They seemed as if they were preparing for something, as if they knew, as a whole, something that I did not. Their frantic flutter entranced me, and I wondered why I had never noticed them before.

Because they were silent.

Because I rarely inverted my world this way, with the clouds as the ground and the dusty grass as the ceiling. But were these floating creatures always silent? Perhaps in a void of sound, they were the loudest thing in the universe. I imagined so.

1 month ago