Fall in the Catskills


"The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,

as if orchards were dying high in space.

Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." ⠀⠀⠀

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And tonight the heavy earth is falling

away from all other stars in the loneliness. ⠀⠀⠀

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.

And look at the other one. It's in them all.


And yet there is Someone, whose hands

infinitely calm, holding up all this falling."





Sliding Through the Slough

Visiting this Old Pearl River swamp I spied 800 year-old cypress trees, tupelos, gators, coons, hogs, herons, and some off-the-grid homosapians.   The  people living here have put up shacks accessible only by boat.  They are from diverse backgrounds yet are sharing folks, evidenced by their "Cajun Refrigerators" - a mesh cage where they put extra fish from their catch for the neighbors.  

But the hogs here, an invasive, are more akin to humans elsewhere on the planet...  Very intelligent, overpopulated, and they think nothing of destroying anything in their path for what they want, uprooting entire trees to get to a nest of insects.  

Weaving Silver Landscapes

A very old Kyoto mill weaves couture fabrics on traditional kimono machines. 

I had the privilege to work with them on this fabric for a few couture garments, woven with silk and silver-plated washi yarns.  



The line between our psycho-spiritual sources of nourishment and those contaminating our consciousness is not as conveniently distinct as we might like to think it is.  We often hear things like, "this person makes me feel good" or "that person is an energy vampire".  But in actuality living forces oscillate between 'good' and 'bad', and, like the quantum state of particles, exist firmly in one place on the spectrum only when we have observed them as being there.   

a dance of photons  

a dance of photons