Leaving January

The river is partly ice. The sky is partly cloudy. I am partly awake.

The car is somewhat driving itself this time of morning, as the late January dawn arrives noticeably earlier. Most things can now be seen.

The trees look dead, but I know they’re not. A pile of wood stacked for burning also looks dead, but I sense it’s not. Things may look dead but they’re really not; it’s our thought that makes them seem that way.

Science says electrons circle everywhere and quantum waves of amber grain are crashing deep beneath the surfaces we think as solid and secure. Our spirit has been telling us that same old thing since time was immemorial.

It’s time to come back from out the dark.

~Son Rivers 2007