Archive for July, 2011

A Wide and Open Place

Friday, July 22nd, 2011

Even before arriving at this wide and open place of ever-so-gently bubbling power, I felt its call arrive, serene across the sky and fields, guided by the golden hills, echoing in waves within me.

Stepping off the bus I gasped to see a mound of perfectly proportioned grace, conical and curved and causing my gaze to glue upon it, and somehow I managed to set my suitcase down in the quiet dirt so I could stare unhindered.

Taken I was by some kind of mesmerizing magic, magic that was waking up magic inside of me, magic that was flipping switches like a line of dominoes culminating in a flood of forgotten mystery.

Recognition and reunion swirled around in a slow motion radial dance just outside the field of vision, but the shadows of mystery whispered just loud enough for me to know they were there.

When was I here?  Was it just the hypnotizing vision in the picture book two hundred Moons ago, or is there more to this cresting wave of familiar, even familial curiosity?

I came to see the largest stone circle in the world and found destiny asking me if I wanted to dance again like I did in the long summer of a century lost.  Holding palms upward to the silent sky, the gift is accepted and the sun lays down behind the far hill to rest.

© 2011 James K. Papp, Avebury, Wiltshire, England

What a Difference 90 Degrees Makes!

Sunday, July 3rd, 2011

What a difference ninety degrees makes, and I’m not talking about temperature. Laying on my back, it’s blue sky instead of buildings, clouds instead of city, treetops instead of passing people.  I don’t need to see the grass under my grateful back to luxuriate in its gentle, gracious, gliding green.

The cadence of the urban generator comes softly across the water into waiting ears, massaging with a sonority less exotic when standing.  Closing eyes against the curious sun, I lie, under the radar, out of sight from how I see myself in the world.

Ninety degrees – call it respite, retreat, vacation, an evacuation, a blessed accomodation.  Under a tree, shading slopy lawn, time dissolves back into the mysterious unknown, and I don’t mind at all.

© 2011 James K. Papp  (Stanley Park, Vancouver, on Canada Day)