January 10, 2021-
(The above is my own coinage, meaning continuously building in strength or force.)
The cold continues, leaving mornings here, in the Teens
and brings snow to the Texas Prairie,
even to the Piney Woods to its east.
The obfuscation continues,
taking advantage of a quiet weekend,
and foretelling extralegal events,
over the next two weeks,
with a surety born of either
delusion, or collusion.
I sit here, in my cozy home,
getting residual chills,
from memories of last Sunday night,
when I walked in the vastness
of a majestic, but nearly frozen,
wilderness.
I read of another soul’s
peregrinations,
in Sedona and near Hopiland,
and recall my having been
greeted,
by spirit lights,
nine years ago,
in a place named
Shalako,
at the bottom of
Palo Duro Canyon,
and not too long after,
in the bed of the Hassayampa River.
I see and feel
the days and weeks to come,
ad intensium.
There is a rising tension. I will not be able to relax until the political situation is resolved (and even then I may have trouble)…
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It’s going to be hard on this end, too. Several people who are now in my life, will remove themselves because of my views. Life will go on.
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