I will show you god in a handful of feathers...

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Yesterday, as I drove up to a date with hoath_iaida, there's a turkey vulture cruising low as I pull onto Route 16. Later, up on the highway near the 93/95 interchange, I see a great blue heron cruising overhead. And when I look up again--I only see it for a moment, but so clearly, before it's obscured by the roof of my car, and I'm in a central lane and can't pull over--

--when I look up again, I see the peregrine falcon.

I've been obsessed with them, albeit oftimes quietly, since I was eleven. I know that silhouette anywhere. The exquisitely arched and pointed wings. The gray-white-flecked belly. I was stunned silent with joy.

Later, over dinner, I told him about The Wintering. I have to write it now. I can't even say why.

Later still, he coaxed Kundalini up my spine, and up, and up, even a little to the crown. Like coming when you're already exhausted, sensory overload, so much pleasure it hurts, but all through you, splitting you open from the spine out, with your soul having an orgasm and your body just along for the ride.

I say this because I want you all to know, I really madly want you all to understand even though my just saying it won't do a damn thing, that the world is a far more strange and wonderful and beautiful place than we ever dare to, are allowed to, imagine. Than anyone ever expects, even a loony like me.

And tomorrow, on Fool's Day, I start my new work. A beginning.

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[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

There's a Great Blue Heron who lives on the Forest River in Salem. (this is the one that you cross on Rt1A, traveling toward Vinnin Sq. in Swampscott). I've seen a pair of turkey vultures there, and there's a red tailed hawk living somewhere near Canal Street. I always have to stop to watch them if I see them, until I can't see them anymore.