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a journal of occurrences


January 20-something, 2021, Wayfarer's Chapel, North Fork of Cody, Wyoming

*a note, posted from where I'm editing & publishing this, in Niedlov's Café, Chattanooga, Tennessee on October 21, 2022 — The below piece comes from a phone-typed memo on my notes app. I wrote it with very cold thumbs in response to the free writing prompt, "A journal of occurrences." I think the time for the free write was seven minutes ... So the below was written in seven minutes without stopping my numb thumbs moving, sitting out in the snow where my fellow adventurer also sat writing in his notebook. Though it was free-written, I've revised it for clarity and flow :)


Wayfarer’s chapel with W

(up North Fork west of Cody, Wyoming)

January 20 something 2021


snow faces and snow boots

dogs that pant and wade and root

through drifts and into burrows

through grass heavy with white

all searches must be thorough.


dark wanderings and tunnel vision

down rabbit holes, up to where collisions

of good and bad desires take place:

there are two sides to every face.


it wasn’t just a batman villain or

the name of our half manx-tailed cat

call me Two Face just like she was

dark and light, left and right


diving underground, soaring to heights

reached on snow-draped mountain peaks

rain heavy sky clouds all the way down

to where water runs from drains and leaks


the deep places where death seeps

after life, to be blown into being again


breathe

inhale, exhale

light, dark

in, out

life, death


The Journal of Occurrences chronicles them all


i want to see what it’s really like to be human

says the goddess

show me.


yet we continue to hide

certain parts we refuse to call life

experience, like the want to know strife

the experiences of killing and being killed

you know we all will.


i want it all wild and free

free to see what free imagination

imagines through me


my life shows me that:

soft sunshine slushing crystalline snow

bringing friends to holy places

Chapels of Wayfarers and high trees where hatches

free ideas and freely given laughter and

baby eagles who will soar these skies hereafter

leaving nests to glide the whole world's rafters


there’s so much more occurring

than we let ourselves see

i’ll show you mine if you show yours to me

first i’ve got to show myself my own

dark corridors, i’m interested, let’s go


the wayfarers prison, a place i want to know

just as much as the chapel, you know


any place or preference can exalt or imprison us:

it does what we desire of it.

desires always set us free unless we don’t let them be

then they imprison us because we asked them to


what would it be like for me, for you

to be imprisoned by forces we're forbidden to feel

let's be real about how well we know that deal


now what would it be like to exalt

all states into something worth desiring


sometimes we go down the dark rabbit hole

to emerge into light so bright it's blinding

searing acknowledgement we want the whole


because dark and constricted, trapped and confused

these are beautiful too. here i am trying to show you

everything you wanted: it’s all before you


journal the occurrences to see the currency

your unconscious brings to you

rich in ripe fruits of your desires


you love the world of fruits, those places that are higher 
go visit the roots that feed the manifestation of all desire 

tell me really ~

what’s it like to be alive?


i want to soar

and also to dive

i want to thrive

and know the struggle to survive


i'm already ready to go

though really i’ve just arrived


free writing "The Journal of Occurrences" on January 20-something, 2021 at Wayfarer's Chapel

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snow faces, snow boots dogs pant, wade, root through drifts & into burrows all searches thorough. dark wanderings & tunnel vision down rabbit holes, up to collisions good & bad desires grace: two sides to every face. wasn’t just a batman villain or name of our half manx-tailed cat call me Two Face like she was dark, light, left, right dive underground, soar to heights on snow-draped mountain peaks rain heavy sky clouds all the way down to water running from drains & leaks deep places where death seeps after life, blown to being again

The Journal of Occurrences chronicles them all what's it like to be human? says the goddess show me. we still hide parts we won’t call life experience i want it all wild & free see what free imagination imagines through me life shows: soft sunslush crystalline snow friends in holy places Chapels of Wayfarers where hatches free ideas & freely given laughter & baby eagles who soar hereafter from nests to glide world's rafters so much more occurring than we let ourselves see i’ll show you mine; show yours to me first i show myself my own dark corridors, i’m interested, let’s go wayfarer’s prison, i want to know as much as chapel, you know any place exalts or imprisons us: it does what we desire of it. desires set us free unless we don’t let them be what would it be like for you & me to be imprisoned by forces we're forbidden to feel let's be real — we know that deal what would it be like to exalt all states into worthy of desire we go down a dark rabbit hole emerge into light so bright it blinds searing truth: we want the whole dark, constricted, trapped, confused these are beautiful too. here i am trying to show you everything you want: before you journal occurrences; see currency unconscious brings you rich in desire’s ripe fruits you love fruits, which hang higher roots feed manifestation of desire what’s it like to be alive? i want to soar & to dive i want to thrive & struggle to survive i'm ready to go i’ve just arrived


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