the freeze

the freeze

the air above cools my flow
i feel it beginning
as my song begins to slow
my voice fades to a whisper
and the snow begins to fall.

i expand in icy structure
each crystal set so perfect
forms a shield around the heart
of life below so far from still.

you may think i am not here
flat land with a frosting top
shout my name, i cannot answer
feel free to dash across
on your way back to the warmth.

there is no fear in silence
my fate has long been set
a torch would last but seconds
do not bother, I am fine.

for soon the sun can rise
and with its bright gentle shaking
the lattice breaks
and I will sing once more.

please forgive my absence
– it is just the way –
i may be cold
but I cannot die.

Oh, to never freeze again.

–from the mouth of the Red Cedar, translated by lisa

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“Let’s go on” – more fun with music

I hear there was a bit of confusion about my last post.. I actually did sing the song and put the video together. Here it is if you missed it the first time: “The Green Hills of Earth”

Making that was so much fun I just had to make another. Here’s the background:

A science fiction legend says that if a sentient being dies in hyperspace, part of its consciousness is preserved. A bit like a wooly mammoth in a tar pit. What is left of the being’s awareness vaguely perceives an abstraction of the Multiverse.

After the video starts playing, press the CC button in the bottom right corner on the left if you want to see the lyrics. These are my own lyrics this time.

And now, “Let’s go on.”

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In memory of my beautiful darling Roy

Roy lived a long and happy life among friends. He had the gentlest nicker. When with him in the pasture, he would often nuzzle the back of my neck — his sweet grain scented breath warming my back on a cold day.

We got Roy a very long time ago. I must hRoy, a beautiful palomino horse, standing with meave been in the first or second grade, if not younger. He was living at a stable with a bunch of other horses. When we went to see him for the first time, he had a gash on his face from when another horse had chased him and he ran into something sharp. The other horses at the stable were rather mean to Roy, then Sunny. We fell in love with his personality and his beautiful gold  coat.

He was our lovely palomino.

When he first came home, we introduced him to Tavi, an appaloosa mare we had gotten a few years before with another appaloosa, Joe. Joe was blind. He had had an accident like Roy’s, apparently, but had not made it out so lucky. I realize I was much smaller when we had Joe, but even my parents remember Joe as being very very tall.

Joe and Tavi were close. They had lived together for a very long time. Joe would stay near Tavi, who would guide him and keep him safe. Sadly, my parents gave Joe away a short while later, as my sister and I were quite young and they feared he would accidentally hurt us.

We got Roy after Joe left. Maybe that explains why Tavi and Roy clashed so furiously at first. Tavi missed her friend from forever and resented Roy coming in in his place. Or maybe they were both just afraid.

They settled after a bit, and became close friends. We had four all together then — Robin, our pinto mini, Kokey, our dirty buckskin (I.E., brownish) mini, Tavi, and Roy. They were together throughout my time in elementary school, and I have many fond memories of going outside with my sister and playing with them.

Roy was kind of considered my Dad’s horse — Robin was kind of mine, and Kokey my sister’s. Roy was always full of energy on a ride. For the longest time, only my Dad would ride him. I remember one of their first rides was in the sandy pasture up front, and at one point Roy slipped in the sand and sat down with my Dad on his back. They were both fine, save for a little bruised dignity. We have pictures of this day which bring back happy memories.

We had a bit of a tradition with Roy. My Dad would kiss Roy on the nose sometimes while he was out feeding all of the horses. After a while, any time one of us would go outside to feed them, my Dad would say “Kiss Roy for me” or “Remember to give Roy-boy his goodnight kiss.”

I must have kissed Roy at least a hundred times. Sometimes he would poke his nose over the fence, as if expecting it. Roy was a very sweet and gentle creature.

Thanksgiving of this year, we went out to visit the horses, and my sister and Dad rode several of them, including Roy. This was a beautiful day. It was the first time my sister had sat on Roy’s back, and also the last.

I had ridden Roy before and found him a fun but challenging ride. I remember at one point he charged towards a closed gate rather quickly during this ride. I was maybe in fourth grade, and found it a bit scary. But when it was over I was so proud to have ridden him, and now have fond memories of that day.

I was feeling sort of sad on Thanksgiving, kind of a heaviness, or feeling of inevitability that I could not really explain. At one point while I was standing on a hill during my sister’s ride, I had a thought that this might be Roy’s last winter. He had been having health problems that year, though for a 30 year old horse, he was still hanging in there pretty strong. I knew it would not last forever, though, and appreciated all the time I had left with my friend.

After my sister finished riding Roy that day, and he had returned to the pasture, I went over to him. We looked at each other for a moment, and I told him he was a wonderful horse and that I loved him dearly.

I kissed his nose one last time. Then we parted. Forever.

Roy will live on in my heart and my dreams.

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