An unexpected shrill fills the air and we rush to the telephone. Technology identifies an unexpected caller and questions start swirling through the frontal lobe worrying about safety and health but filled with a biting curiosity. Then her flattened, bubble of a voice floats through the etherworld and lands in my ear and I wonder not about safety or health, but about developing boundaries. On the occasion of a young woman from detention calling my cell phone.
a falcon's vision enables great clarity this day i am she. soaring above the trees seeing the dappled notes of green and green and deeper green. witnessing the presence of the space needle's foreign appearance from a stone away. great clarity in the absence of flotsam and jetsom.this is the day that the lord has made.