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// Saturday, May 31, 2014
Today's Tendril...
| The journey isn't about pace, but about the points along the way, and how you tarry in the fields, mountains, or cities of each (filling the heart and mind with the breaths of the ever present now). |
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// Saturday, May 24, 2014
Skyway 2: Over Anthore
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// Friday, May 23, 2014
Today's Tendril...
| Some dreams are like wild horses and wildflowers — not meant to be tamed or cultivated. |
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// Saturday, May 17, 2014
3-2-1
3 in 1. 2 images made. 1 in 3. Crucified.
The price paid.
3 paths. 2 feet. 1 heart.
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// Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Skyway 1: GiA
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It was an oppressively hot summer day, around 630 PM, and I was stranded at the side of a country road (out of gas).
I was miles away from the nearest gas station, my cell phone had no bars, and my housemates were away for the weekend. I was stuck and no one knew.
My choices were limited — walk to the gas station, which would be closed by the time I got there, or wait for another car to come down the road.
I waited.
Fortunately, the car radio still worked and I was listening to a local radio station when the Emergency Broadcast System broke-in and announced that a tornado warning had just been issued for the area.
I got out of my car, looked at the sky above me, and thought, God is angry.
That's when the rolling sound of timpani drums, the sizzle and pop of nearby air, and a howling wind screamed, "Run!"
So I did.
I ran.
I ran so fast that everything became a blur.
And even as the world grew darker (and tighter) around me, I felt that I would make it to safety.
Imagine escaping the wrath of God?
Now that would be a great story to tell your friends.
Instead, I'm telling my story to the worms in my coffin.
And they don't seem to care.
The End
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The text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.
// Tuesday, May 06, 2014
Today's Tendril...
| Elastic ethics. Malleable morals. Fungible philosophies. At what point does learning and enlightenment become spiritual compromise, self-centered satisfaction, and follow-the-crowd capitulation? |
Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
// Saturday, May 03, 2014
The Return
It's that time of year again, spring.
And with it comes the inevitable – the return of the gnats.
Gnats—the irritating specks that swarm about the head and face, and occasionally find their way into the nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouths.
Fact: Swatting gnats does as much good as trying to sidestep raindrops. It just doesn't work.
And no matter how many of them are squashed, or shooed, or swept away in the temporary air currents of flailing arms, their numbers never decrease. E-ver.
As for repellent, well that only keeps the other humans away.
To all those that say gnats are "the worst" at dusk, I ask you this: Is there really a best time for gnats?
Then again, perhaps a cloud of black flecks that silently and slowly work its way toward you, and threatens to swallow you whole, as if you were nothing more than a worm and it a ravenous bird, is "the worst" at dusk.
Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
And with it comes the inevitable – the return of the gnats.
Gnats—the irritating specks that swarm about the head and face, and occasionally find their way into the nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouths.
Fact: Swatting gnats does as much good as trying to sidestep raindrops. It just doesn't work.
And no matter how many of them are squashed, or shooed, or swept away in the temporary air currents of flailing arms, their numbers never decrease. E-ver.
As for repellent, well that only keeps the other humans away.
To all those that say gnats are "the worst" at dusk, I ask you this: Is there really a best time for gnats?
Then again, perhaps a cloud of black flecks that silently and slowly work its way toward you, and threatens to swallow you whole, as if you were nothing more than a worm and it a ravenous bird, is "the worst" at dusk.
Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.
Today's Tendril...
| Better to be nagged by angels, than driven by demons. |
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// Thursday, May 01, 2014
3 Stages of Man
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