D&R bookstore has the novel

Greetings,

May this find you well. Prior to zooming through winter from Ankara to Bursa I happened into a D&R bookstore (linked below a flower) last Sunday on my final day in the capital and was delighted to see my novel, "A Century Is Nothing," on the shelf next to Elmore Leonard's books.

Cool, amazing and sweet. Such a wonderful gift to see this and know it's locally available for friends, should they desire to get a copy. One student at the Ostim center bought three through Amazon and asked me to pen some words for her, her co-worker, and sister-in-law. A surreal feeling to spill ink on a page inside a book you've written. A real joy. Delicious and lovely.

The whole world is a single flower.

Many thanks to everyone for your love and kindness.

Peace.

 

D&R

New directions

Greetings,

As you can well imagine, when you remain open and available to new opportunities, you move quickly in the realm of achieving new potentials.

I accepted a new teaching position at a new center in a new city this week and am in the process of wrapping things up, preparing material to be shipped out and looking forward to the dynamic shift.

As you know, if you've read my novel, "A Century Is Nothing," or blog slog entries from China to Asia Minor this is my small way. You are only on this ride once. Experience and risk taking has taught me to dream and actualize it. On one level you might say, "We make our own breaks, create our own luck...We are the masters of our destiny."

So, I was happy to accept the quick and decisive offer from my boss when she called on Monday and asked if I'd be interested in moving to Bursa full time.

"Yes," I said.
"Great. You start next Wednesday."
"Thanks."

Carpe Diem. Seize the day. If you want to do amazing things you have to take amazing risks.

I am out of here Monday.

Peace.

My Name is Winterhawk

Greetings,

Now you are in a train dining car rolling to some glorious ancient city near a sea and snow covered mountains seeing wide open snow covered fields stretching to infinity. Inside, on the table are wild yellow flowers with pink and green stems. Click, clack.

Shine the light. Be light about it.

The train passes through memories of a Starlight domeliner and C.C. reading your palm - head line and heart line - rolling metaphorical memory. Sweet contamination. Dancing elemental rivers, sagas and oral transmissions near empty bright cold winter fallow fields as children stand bundled, waving goodbye at a station.

Long ago and far away in a language of land, ancestors, wants, needs and desires lived a heart filled with soft eyes and a wisdom mind of intent. 

Wnterhawk wingspread read air above winter's glide. I am free to live wherever I want. My only small imaginary fear is leaving the sky. As long as I stay below it I am safe. Do you remember flying when you were little, like now?

When, once you let go, how the air filled with wind welcomed you, how the calm air created endless space because you had no memory about it? How it was all instinct and feeling,

this bliss, this sensation

of being in the air passing through a long black tunnel and how a small white light waited for you and it was easy this glide like a smile or an echo

sensing the crisp vapor of rising steam off a river, the blue-green liquid of your dream landscape zooming over rising red rocks inside winter groves of tall quiet Aspen trees singing their bark, branches wavering

as your quick flick of strong delicate wings brushed their knowing, their patient reflection

dancing inside star trails because in your vivid Winterhawk reality you are destined to remember everything as the sky welcomes your wingsing.

Peace. 

 

Room For Rent

Greetings,

“The leaves are falling fast,” I said to a ghost.
“They are falling far from the tree,” the ghost said.
“Yes, they are dancing,” I said. “Dance is about process, becoming, the passage of time. Shiva symbolizes the union of space and time and indicates creation. This is why dance is one of the most ancient forms of magic.”

“Magic is universal,” the ghost said. “People wear masks to hide their transformation, seeking to change their dancer into a god or demon. Dance is the incarnation of eternal energy. They are free. Do leaves really fall far from the tree? It’s hard to say. Did you see a diamond light off a leaf this morning? It reflected an elegant universe.”
“Yes, the diamond mind reflects 10,000 things,” I said.

“What do you see now?”
“I see a circle of movement,” I answered. “A connected unity, a language in space.”
“It’s more than that,” the ghost said. “There are five rhythms in dance. You start with a circle, it’s a circular movement from the feminine container. She is earth.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yes, then you have a line, from the hips moving out. This is the masculine action with direction. He is fire.”
“Fire purifies,” I said.
“Chaos is next, a combination of circle and lines where the male and female energies interact. This is the place of transformation.”
“I see,” I said, “and then?”

“After chaos is the lyrical, a leap, a release. This is air. And the last element of dance is stillness. Out of stillness is born the next movement.”
“Ah, I see language in space,” I said. “The word is beauty. The Greeks said it was order.”

“Speak to me,” the ghost said. “Tell me a secret. Plant a seed in my garden. Something glorious for spring. Eternal material with regeneration potential. Turn old soil. Give me a metaphor for digging.”
“They say grief for the dead was the origin of poetry.”

Peace.

 

21 Flicks

Greetings,

Some flicks we've recently seen you may well know.

Blade Runner, Glengarry GlenRoss, Fur, The Factory Girl, The Great Debaters, No Country For Old Men, Atonement, Perfume, Michael Clayton, The 3:10 to Yuma, Fracture, The Invisible Man, Lost Highway, Inland Empire, Breach, Red Road, Copying Beethoven, The Prestige, The U.S. vs. John Lennon, Ratatouille, Before The Devil Knows You're Dead.

Peace.