very old stones…

I went yesterday up into the mountains behind here.  The rocks are ancient, it was hot and there are swimming holes filled with tiny trout.

I looked at things I could have painted.

It is so quiet where I went, you almost forget that you are near to civilization.

Land would be nice — acreage.

Lots of acres.

With water.

I think other states are in better shape than mine.

Look at this…

Ugh.  Miserable governor…


Hopefully the next election can change that.

5 thoughts on “very old stones…

  1. “A Walk

    “My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
    going far ahead of the road I have begun.
    So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
    it has inner light, even from a distance-

    and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
    into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
    we already are; a gesture waves us on
    answering our own wave…
    but what we feel is the wind in our faces.”



  2. that’s nice — the Rilke.

    yeah I might post a painting — once I can get past all the politics —
    hey guess what? my mom’s old friend sent me info on land out there!
    someplace called “Highpoint” — it is like an auction?

    but — I still like New Mex best.
    now all I have to do is sell on that Kindle deal?
    and I could get that place I love….
    check it out…


  3. Well, I haven’t met you, but you have a young voice, which I attribute to your essence…
    that is a lovely attribute. So you are eternally young, if you protect your inner self. And these past years, were penetrative to your essence, because, of the death and the loss. So you have been imprisoned by this. I could write a lot more about this, but I have to go…soon.

    The territory you are searching for, you don’t need to buy, Bonnaire. It is inside you.

    Frankly, after our talk? I don’t see you traipsing around alone. Why don’t you just visit your friend, and take a drive north. And try, as best you can, to understand yourself. You are not tough, you are sensitive. You are insecure since you lost your mother, because you felt, for all her flaws that she loved and knew you best…this is what you were anchored to..

    To me, you are a rare soul. And this is what you don’t understand. I don’t know how to get this through to you…

    love you, Bonnaire.


  4. ps, I think you might feel better if you did visit your mother’s friend, and your childhood friend, so you can feel a connection, organically with that place within yourself, you think you’ve lost..
    but only put away..

    just an opinion


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