Sobriety: 33 years

Ich komme aus meinen Schwingen heim -by Rainier Maria Rilke

I come home from the soaring in which I lost myself.
I was song, and the refrain which is God
is still roaring in my ears.

Now I am still
and plain:
no more words.

To the others I was like a wind:
I made them shake.
I’d gone very far, as far as the angels,
and high, where light thins into nothing.

But deep in the darkness is God.


-from Rilke's Book of Hours – Love Poems to God



As I have since this blog's inception, on the day of my sobriety anniversary I publish this treasured Rilke poem, but with a new image each year.
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(I hope to join the blogging community again soon.  I have missed writing, and I have missed you.
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Happy New Year

The separation from my blog since my last post in October 2015 is the longest I've had since creating Writerquake. Focus has been a main issue. I absolutely hate that, and hope to reign myself in, settle down here more often. I have missed writing, and, more than that, have missed reading posts at other blogs so much and sharing comments with you.

The only consistent writing I've done is at Facebook in the form of Haiku posts. I've gathered some of them here to communicate how I witnessed the seasons of 2015, simple proof that I kept my eyes and heart open last year.

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Muted moon tonight
Hazy ring wide as the dome
Night birds flew through it

Road through rainforest
Sopping air, clouds high and bright
Prisms burst through fog.

Tense ionic air
Zeuss rumbles and cracks - birds still
Wash of sweet rain calms

Sleeps in black velvet
More precious than daytime's gauze
Summer night sublime

Silver Creek whispers:
"Remember, remember when . . ."
I know when is Now

Vast starlight—midnight
Shooting star arcs in delight
Dusts me with insight

Last rays on gold fish
Bird of prey soars with dinner
First/last flight for fish.


Golden spider weaves
Midnight, porchlight, rain falling
Autumn comes softly

Power saw's loud scream
Silent fir's last day of sun
Old-growth thuds on ground

Low frothy white clouds
Tiny star plays hide and seek
My bright deep-space friend


Asleep beside me
Stretches, grunts, long legs twitching
Wild puppy runs free

Tree finally up
Lights purple red green gold white
Sugarplum puppy


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no words

A Copious Season by Starla Halfmann


I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way--things I had 
no words for.

                     --Georgia O'Keeffe

Oh, if I could only paint....because I have total writer's block and have no words for the way I'm feeling. It is times like these that I spend hours looking at art. This piece is my favorite from my overnight online expedition. 

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Old Postcard Wednesday--Red Rocks Theatre, Denver, Colorado

My one year blog anniversary coincided with Old Postcard Wednesday so I looked through the stack for something that spoke to me about the occasion. This one did it.

The day I wrote my first post I felt as empty as the amphitheatre is in this postcard. The farthest thing from my mind was that anyone would read what I wrote, but I think it was the slight possibility of having a reader or two that made it exciting to try. Yes, I know that professionals say "write for yourself," and I'd kept journals for years but then the well went dry and nothing came at all.......

Below is the entirety of my first post in this blog. It's brief and won't take long to read, so "sit" a few minutes here in the beautiful solitude of Red Rocks, and, while the mountain air eases any cares of the day, come to understand how your being here helped this blog grow from it's about time to Writerquake.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Jumping in

I made this blog yesterday with the title "It's about time" not because I intend to write about time, although I will from time to time write about time, but because I simply haven't been writing and it's about time I did. My intention now is to use this as a journal space to blast out some words. Right now I don't plan on telling anyone I know, including my husband, Mike, that I am writing a blog. Sending my thoughts out into word space is my last idea, really, to free myself to write. I hope it works. I hope that what comes from this is my own writerquake in the 4.0 and above range.

And that will take time . . .

To read about Red Rocks visit the website here.

(NOTE: Leonard Cohen World Tour will be there on June 2, 2009.)

From Rocky Mountain News - April 28, 2008 - an interesting video providing background on Red Rocks as a concert venue:

It is the preeminent concert experience -- Red Rocks in Denver. Legendary promoter Barry Fey takes us behind the scenes.

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