Frost on the Rye

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When the clouds turn to stone

and the harvest dies

the Savage Season begins.

Wind no longer holds wing

and the lightning flies South

it is the season of elimination.

Dearest mother Earth

hides her secret of life

and the mind rages against the soul.

It is the season of the cold Sun.

It is the Savage Season.

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Let us start with the ABC’s of me. . . . . . . . . (am i allowed to tag myself?)

Arthur. Could there be a better beginning?

Bear. Hunter & Hunted, Aggressive & Passive. The paradox of Balance.

Castles. I wonder if the local government would give me a license to crenelate my house.

Deeds. It is not what you Think or Say but what you Do that has any real value.

Europe. If you have family over the Pond go see them. If not then go anyway.

Fire. Not a gas, liquid, or solid just absolute perfection. Is it not the most worshipped substance in history?

Gnome. Like the one that my daughter found living in the back woods.

Hildegard Von Bingen. Omni Vox.

Instincts. Listen to them they will not lead you astray.

Jog. It’s good for you.

Karma. Deposits are a blast to make, but be wary of wishes because they are withdrawals & are VERY, VERY expensive.

Lager. If you drink then drink well.

Mountain. I was driving down a mountain road one dark winter’s day during a blizzard. When the snow got to deep for the truck to push I got out and started on foot. When I got down to 4000 feet the snow turned into rain. As I looked down I thought, “Who would want to work in that?” I About Faced and went back up the mountain.

Nocturnal. The night seems to be more alive than the sun bleached day.

Ocean Kayaking. Grab your partner and doce-doe.

Power Naps. I’ll be back in ten minutes…

Quiet. Possibly the most underrated thing we can be. If everyone would just shut the Hell up and listen!

River. The River that bears the Canoe. The Canoe that bears me. I the bearer of the Fishing rod.

Solstice. (WINTER) We take down the outdoor chimes to let the Earth sleep in peace. Leave a candle lit all night out at the Stone to shield us from the long dark. (SUMMER) Wakeup and go outside before Dawn. Infuse bonfires, food and revelry. Keep it going until after Sundown.

Trees. Don’t think, not even for a minute, that the tree outside your window has any use for you other than as fertilizer.

Utopia. In my Utopia every one carries a gun.

Vacation. Go to Two Medicine Lake in Glacier N.P. Find Twin Falls. Just up from the bottom on the Right side of the falls is a dry rock ledge up against the water. Lay down. Put your hat over your face. Now begin to sleep like you never have before.

Writing. Like sweat on my skin are penned words to my mind. A purging fact of focused exertion.

Xylem. Waxing like a candle dipped in time. A new layer every year.

Yes Ma’am. Said low and slow. This one works every time.

Zeit. I never have enough.