Stalactites and Stalagmites (7/19/07 #4)
The scaffolding from where treasures are stored and later forgotten.
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Piano Improvisations by Curt Siffert - unless otherwise noted, all pieces are made up on the spot starting when the record button is pressed. These pieces are more about exploring the creati...
The scaffolding from where treasures are stored and later forgotten.
She got them in Guatemala, and kept them next to her matryoshka dolls. At night, the worry dolls would dance and try to offer comfort to the...
Think of the opposite of erosion. Sand and swamp, to soil, rock, and clay, and finally vegetation and peaceful structure.
That church is always humming to itself a bit. It comes from deep inside the walls. But you can only really hear it after the congregants al...
It was a young planet, taken too quickly.
Something horrible happened the night before. Can the meadow not acknowledge that? Sometimes when morning breaks, there is a rudeness to the...
The rush of the storm has passed. The only things that got washed away were those things you can do without.
Some kind of storm is coming. You have to tie down everything that is loose. Because you don't know what will happen. Something. Might as we...
Sometimes we get pulled apart slowly. We might not notice it at first.
The kingdom was mighty. Great gates, wide courtyards, and deadly intrigue... but falling into disrepair.
Rusted metal and twisted gears, but still kinda cheery - he limps around the junkyard helping other contraptions to better themselves.
A dark bird is flying, testing the cold air just before spring. Some life might emerge from the still-frozen ground, but it might be too ear...
There is a stillness after destruction that is peaceful and stunning.
Start with a loose tangle. Find two ends, and start pulling them in opposite directions. Make them want different things. Force through the...
It's a strange structure, new. She moves around it tentatively, slowly assembling the pieces in her understanding and movements. It's a care...
She's there to protect the spring and the lake. She moves smoothly, gracefully, arranges the moss and lilypads just so, makes sure the moonl...
I'm trying to drive this car, but it doesn't steer, it has no brakes, and the doors don't even open. There are wrecks all around me, cars an...
It had a good run, but it'll probably turn into a swamp soon.
It's Monday night. Sunday's service went well. But it's halfway through rehearsal, the break was too short, shoulders are slumped, people ar...
We had to hack through the brush to get there. It wasn't mist that hid it, just miles of desolation and occasional thickets.
He needs no food and is not rooted to a spot. But he also has no place to go, and cannot enjoy the warmth of the sun or the touch of a stran...
He's clumsy - graceless with his flying, always spilling things. Takes some wrong turns. Sometimes he just makes a real mess of things. It p...
The kids are stuck inside, waiting out the rain. But the merry-go-round slowly moves as the puddles grow.
You've forgotten something. It's important. It's about yourself. It's buried in yourself, and you've forgotten. But you'll be reminded. You'...
Tommy and I keep trying to sneak up on the swamp monsters. We have to be really careful because they're sleeping. We have to be quiet. But C...
It was over two tons. The pastor worried it was too big. It moved slowly through the air, helped by cables and the crane. It was impossible....
She owns it herself. Sometimes she feels a little out of her element, but it's still hers. It rocks her gently. And sometimes it's a little...
It is night. It had rained. You're leaving, and it doesn't matter what comes next.
The second chance, bestowed to those that don't expect it and don't realize they deserve it.
It starts with a gathering. Healthy ideals. A gentle church is formed, and it grows - hopefully not too quickly.