15th Mar, 2011

I feel

My moods fluctuate with the wind and change just as quickly.

I am a kite caught in a whirlwind I cannot control. I seek stability but find none. Not within. Only around me in the solid rocks of the high mountain, the spruce trees that have endured how many seasons of storms, and the steady flow of the river.

I am not certain like the seasons. I am quick to cry. Slow to heal. I love fiercely. And see passionately. And give all I can to those I love most.

I feel too much.

I am here to seek a balance in a land more passionate and intense than me. I give myself to the mountain, my tears to the river, my rage to the wind, and for a moment, I feel nothing but the ensuing silence for which I have hungered.

Posted by: highmountainmuse

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A kite in a whirlwind dives and soars, when so many are tied to the ground…

By: MaggieMaeFarm on March 16th, 2011
at 5:51 am

I wish there were some words of wisdom I could give you .Give your love to the few around you .It is much more rewarding than being alone in a crowd .Everyday is a decision for me do I want there to be another day .You know you do .Even if there are tears and pain you have something to look forward to .So be that kite and look down from high .You will see that your life has a purpose.
You have a family and a land to protect .Be strong but a tear now and then is helpful .Trust me I know

By: DON BENTLEY on March 16th, 2011
at 10:31 am

That is great, Maggie. Zing!
Wonderful widsom shared by you both, Maggie & Don, thank you…

By: highmountainmuse on March 16th, 2011
at 3:26 pm

There is a strange duality: you are more volatile than the seasons yet less passionate than a rocky land.

There is mystery and T S Eliot expresses it better than I can:

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

By: White Horse Pilgrim on March 16th, 2011
at 4:01 pm

Julian,
Timely, perfect, beautiful.
I had to read that aloud to Forrest.
It is even more powerful when spoken and heard.
Thank you…

By: highmountainmuse on March 16th, 2011
at 8:38 pm

Can you ever feel too much? Some block their feelings in terror of the pain they might bring. Some cannot feel deeply. Some fill their lives with busyness that doesn’t permit time for listening to the inner heart. The person who doesn’t/can’t/won’t trust and examine feelings is a person not truly alive.

By: Jean Dory on April 17th, 2011
at 2:56 am

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