week twenty five >> "cohesion"

Ok, I am going to be present with this torrent, as I metaphorize from this page to shed light on my own turbulent dialogue...

This spread, ‘cohesion’ is a tornado of forces colliding and swirling and intersecting.

cohesion




Dwelling on the current swell of breakdowns in communication in my household,

I sat on the porch this evening to breath in the calm and cold air.

When I dive into the spread of ‘cohesion’, I actually feel bounced all around,

like several large and energized weather organizms are occupying the space,

contending as to which will ingest me into their shadows the deepest.

In a way, I must love this experience,

as I thrive in the bounce of the seas crisp shipboard sprays.



There is power in this circulation.

When the title for this page came into existence, it was conscious...

we knew this spread was not really communicating together – in the same language...

and so, there grew an intervention of searched for ‘cohesion’.

Color, Form and Collaboration were immediately inscribed

as uniting entities.

And though there was suddenly a definite strike of – “this spread needs ‘this’ kind of jolt” -

 Wherever I put down color, I sense that I held the truth of the separateness of the worlds – like flips, opposites, complimentors, but not overlappers of each distinct pages whole.

Their conversation is loud and pointed in places, and it floats in pockets as well.

For me, the weathervane in this page is the axis - access;

The copper beast allows my eyes and thoughts to spin.



weathervane -copper beast

I imagine riding the crest of the arrow through a thunderstorms winds –

Seeing the crash of striking white heat

and hearing the drumming of music expounding in the atmosphere.

 Perhaps if I take this stance, on the arrows spin, and allow the clouds of relationships strife to rainfall their darkness... perhaps I can release attachment to each drops wetness.

The challenge of course lies in the experience, that I am represented by a form as well...

and that I am the releaser of the pour, as well as a deflector...so many eyes to see from – and yet, I am one, and so I choose to ride the rooftop pointer. AMEN. -J.