Dreaming


Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson (24) is an Icelandic singer-songwriter and musician.

His new album, Afterglow, was released on May 7, 2017.

Lightly child, lightly.

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I’ve been here before,
dreaming myself backwards,
among grappling hooks of light.

~ Yusef Komunyakaa, opening lines to “Confluence” from Pleasure Dome


Notes:

  • Quote: Thank you Memory’s Landscape.
  • Photography: Thank you Rob Woodcox with When Autumn was Spirited Away
  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

 

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: anka zhuravleva

Morning Call

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You start with a wisp of memory, or some detail that won’t let you be. You write, you cross out. You write again, revise, feel like giving up. What pulls you through? Curiosity.

~ Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It: A Memoir


It’s an all-night dance at The Alibi.

The strobes, the churning, my personal whitewater at the base of a long spillway of a hydroelectric dam.

I pull the left shoulder back and tug it hard to roll away from a throbbing right, and then settle heavily on the left. A desperate search for comfort.

A handless re-positioning of the knee pillow, a defensive moat shielding bone on bone impact, a life-to-date action now into the tens of thousands. And counting.

Voices drift into the dreamless oblivion. The unreal is more powerful than the real…Stone crumbles. Wood rots…But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.¹

A chill, a pulling up of the covers, and the play repeats.

Left shoulder pull
Right shoulder roll
Right knee tuck
Left knee slide
Voices
Covers

They can go on and on…


Notes:

1° F. Feels like -21° F. Or, Plan B.

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Good Morning!
Sunrise.
Inhale. Deeply.
Salty ocean air.

Slow walk down the beach.*
Surf lapping feet.

Morning papers.
Scones, butter, and strawberry jam.
Coffee.

Sunscreen. Sunglasses. Pool chair.
Kindle.
Sashaying palm fronds.
Late morning nap.

Catch of the day: Red Snapper.
Grilled vegetables.
Tall Iced Tea.

82° F.
Long swim.
Wide winged pelicans skimming over turquoise waters.
Soft afternoon rain.
Mid afternoon nap in hammock.

Light Dinner.
Gentle breeze. Sunset.
Evening cocktail.
Crickets.

One last chapter.
Drift.
Drift slowly away.

Do over.

~ DK, Today’s Alternate Reality


Notes:

Grappling hooks of light

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I’ve been here before,
dreaming myself backwards,
among grappling hooks of light.

—Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Confluence

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