Repeat.

Repeat.
Closing in,
you overcome,
ushering in your storm.
Thunder,

sometimes
I think back
on our midnight
broods, looking for metered
feeling

to prove
synchronized,
when my own rough
existence hinted at
no storm’s

eye near.
Promises
of denouement
laugh at my outcry, as
never

a still
to be had…
My own trouble
is this, riparian,
alone,

hidden
in confines,
not to be blamed.
You are my petrichor;
I breathe

in you
and your peace –
panacea,
just for a time, until
Repeat.

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8 Things To Do On Eclipse Day

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  1. Begin your morning with eclipse sweeties, and drink your coffee from a mug depicting a near-eclipse.
  2. Wear tennis shoes, in case the eclipse turns out to be an alien attack, and the Doctor urges you to RUN.
  3. Ponder the word, “eclipse,” so as to perhaps discover your inner poet by suddenly penning an eclectic eclogue about eclairs.
  4. De-stress by giving into your perpetuating earworm by ending every sentence with, “… total eclipse of the heart.”
  5. Wonder if poking a hole into a piece of cardboard to see the effect on shadow during an eclipse actually works total eclipse of the heart.
  6. Catch yourself fifty times before mentally concurring that “eclipticals” are for leg workouts, and THEN learn that “ecliptical” is actually a real word. Well, a real Urban Dictionary word.
  7. Appreciate the precision that is the Creation of our universe to not lurch idly about, spurring reality of your favorite dystopian sci-fi which may or may not include multiple angry and lingering eclipses.
  8. Go out and enjoy the eclipse, for it shan’t happen all too often, though the rain, it raineth every day.

 

08.01.17

So that’s it, then. I’ve reached the block of having nothing to write about, and thus, am writing about it. Funny how that works.

Here’s August, complete with her 98-degree weather and looming haunts of the impending close of baseball season. Yesterday, Austin saw 97-degree weather, and while that’s still unthinkable to some parts of the country, it’s a breath of not-as-hot air to Central Texas, where Cool Weather likes to book the latest flight in. I’m taking that as a win, after the Mariners beat the Yankees, Red Sox, Mets, and Rangers within the last week or so – I’m not sure when the Mariners were last standing second in their division, but I sure like seeing them listed above the Angels. #Approved.

This past weekend also saw the announcement of a new little boy into ma famille, one “Pierce.” If 98 degrees in August wasn’t Texas-y enough for you, a paintball shoot to announce a baby’s gender certainly should be. Get back to me if you find that you still need more Texas in your life.

As far as the Waverly, well, the pattern continues. My dives into Goya’s art are proving to reveal riptides into “East Village Art,” namely, Jean-Michel Basquiat; Basquiat has only just surpassed Andy Warhol as the most expensive American artist, though only having lived to be 27 years old, and I’m sure you’ll soon be reading about some nugget that I’ve found.

Unrelatedly, folk music will again be on my musical résumé soon, and who knows where that will lead me in the Live Music Capital of the World… I’ll be happy with just a few of my favorite wooden stages. While looking for essays by a recently discovered Norwegian author, I’ve connected with some great book promoters that will fuel my sister blog with more ways to support authors. One exploration leads to the challenge of the next one, new blessings and new interests rear every day. It’s the settling that settles, quite literally, as we remember to import what matters and file away what doesn’t.

“Simplicity is the final achievement, the crowning reward of art.”   – Frederic Chopin