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* sequel to yesterday’s photo and poem, for paid subscribers everyone
Over the Selkirks, the sun squeezes color as if out of a tube of paint and smears it across the clouded canvas of the eastern sky. My longing joins it in breathing harmony — and the feeling that the earth is above the sky, the sky below the earth overcomes me in the moment of pausing between breaths, the feeling that I am the sweet spot in the chaos where the breathing rhythm of the universe is revealed to be a dance we've all joined where no misstep is possible in the end because every step is after all part of the dance. Call it a waltz if you wish or call it a school of fish or a murmuration of light and cloud and mountain and tree where we lose ourselves in love and forget what we were frightened of.
Excellent, Jonathan—love that line,
“the feeling that I
am the sweet spot in the chaos”
Wow....this is astoundingly beautiful. Yours has joined the chorus of voices reminding me of late that everything is in its place, paradoxical and cruel as it may seem to say so.