by Kevin Carrel Footer The past reminds me of things that were. Like sugar-coated castles, those things glimmer in the distance and their beauty overwhelms me. I would like to return, but cannot. I can find no way back to the lost places. The maps have been destroyed; the paths twist out of recognition. The…
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3 responses to “The Way Back”
>Beautiful….
A beautiful piece. I ask myself – why do we fail to value the beauty that is destined to be ephemeral? Is it our material culture? For most of human existence thunder, flower, love, terror and sounds in the night populated consciousness. All fleeting.
Have you performed the Waters of March? Is it recorded?
Your elegant, cogent and wise piece reaches just where it is
intended –deep-within, and comfortable so.