Sunday, August 24, 2008


(MQMurphy cameraphone image)
Today – this beautiful August the twenty-fourth – has the feeling of a tipping point. 
It’s almost as if there is a current, or a stream of biology deep inside of me that feels or knows this. 
As though the year is a ball tossed into the air and today is the day when the momentum slows, slows to a halt – there is a pause that is 
eternal and only a millisecond – and we fall

back towards the contracting and condensing of the year from which we’ll need to be hurled up again to air and warmth and light.