View from Wizard’s Way

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It’s a chill, rain washed desert morning. We climbed a foothill at 6:45 am and prayed the Rosary looking out over the valley into the rising sun and the mists it flecked. Now, in our hour of silence I trekked out of the ranch and over the hill up some strange roads to a view of the mountains. I followed the Yellow Brick Road to the Wizard’s Way and found myself a spot—probably on someone’s private property—to contemplate the mountains.

All greys, greens, browns, and a little blue as clouds roll in to shroud the green peaks. Streams of sun burst through the grey and throw stiff white shafts over the mountains into the valley. I imagine though that they might bend and sway if the air wasn’t so still. Only the cold stirs in little puffs. Passersby stir so many watchdogs in the distance, but close is only a jackdaw making a bullfrog clicking noise and songbirds chirping incessantly. Serenity and wideness of scope reign here, and glimpses of a wider world. Soon I must go back to Broken Rock Ranch and later to the city. For now I can reach out with the fingers of my heart and feel the vista, let it wisp on my hand, and catch a tiny part to carry back, tucked deep in the recesses of my soul.

 

(Photo Credit: Clare McKay)

La La Land: The Artist’s Struggle

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La La Land—last week spur of the moment with a couple friends I saw Hollywood’s newest musical film starring Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone. We laughed and then cried. From a filmmaker’s standpoint, La La Land sports phenomenal art direction, acting, color, costume, and choreography design in my opinion. It’s 90% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and 8.9/10 on IMDb seems to agree. Continue reading “La La Land: The Artist’s Struggle”

Threshold

Tonight is the night we pass through a portal:

A moment upon which every age has lingered,

A threshold which no one has yet crossed.

We are

Living flames issuing from the Cave of Bethlehem,

Glinting across a dark, dark world;

Breathing the prophecy of a new Dawn.

Light enough to guide wandering feet to the Child;

Warm enough to melt frozen souls.

That the trickle of fresh water

May quench the thirst of Jesse’s root,

Springing anew from once weary earth,

Soon stained by the wounds of redemption,

Yet ever untouched by the frost of waiting.

Such a threshold in which the Fire of Love hovers,

This threshold upon which we stand.

 

May you have a blessed Christmas season and a happy New Year!