Tag Archives: dust

the long adventure

Posted on December 11, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Stones are rounded by the caress of water, three hundred thousand years without me. I am so small. I am so big. I am just a speck on the page of this long adventure. To breathe in the dust of … Continue reading →

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Scarecrow and the Weather Vane

Posted on May 8, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The day light bleaches the ocher of stones to ghost faces, white and mineral rich like bones, like chalk or dust, like ancient pounded salt. The stalks grow weak and lean ever closer to their roots, soon to be joined … Continue reading →

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of pennywhistles and footfalls

Posted on January 26, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

There is dust on the needles of the Jack Pines and the high noon sun glints off little mirrors of Mica adorning the rocks like bling. Cactus dare to bloom here though the snow may come again, and hawks soar … Continue reading →

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Spirit Upon Dust

Posted on August 8, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

We draw lines in the sand and pretend we have created something. The Creator blew Spirit upon the dust and clay of this land and we awakened into sight and sound and sensation. That is, if you believe the tale. … Continue reading →

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