A Human Experence

We are looking,
for, this love we hold, it wants to be reflected in the eyes we see
But reflection seems to live beyond the walls that walk around us
These beautiful hearts we hold, they want to speak deep and swim in truth
But tenderness has been lost in the speed of it all
So if you hear from the lovers in the world would you tell them we’re looking for them
And if you know where tenderness lives will you point us in that direction
For we are searching out our community

And this is an SOS
to all the lovers in the world
It is your eyes we want to see again
Your fingers we want to touch
Our circle to reconnect
Our paths to intersect
This world to be our community
With respect and responsibility…
And love

Part 2

And one day they all found each other
And they held each others hands
And looked into each others eyes
And all the walls fell
And the tears melted the crusty mud
And the fog lifted to revile clear abundance
And responsibility was taken by each individual
And death of fear was the only thing that died
And all became sacred
And it was profound

Part 3

So they saved themselves and saved millions
They spoke from the heart
They came from love
They walked into beauty

-JEM

 

It is so beautiful here, the sun warms the skin in the day and everlasting sunset fades to red and a deep blue as the stars come out and cool the mind in the evening. Magpies flutter about, Elk sound their whale like songs, prairie dogs stand tall to see the vistas over the summers changing grasses and a small nook on the mountain holds still a reminder of winters retreat - reminding me how delicately the seasons are balanced on the access of this extraordinary planet. Walking down a gravel road smelling wet soil, sagebrush, passing a dead raccoon, wild roses, white butterflies in winter wheat fields, a decaying adobe house, a windmill - nostalgic for days when it pulled water from the ground - turns ever so slow in the genital valley breeze and I am reminded it all is just what it is, no good or bad, right or wrong, happy or sad, it is just an experience, I am having mine, the butterflies theirs, the raccoon had its, the hawk soaring over head and the rabbit it clutches in its claws are having theirs, just experiences, nothing more nothing less.

It is as I wake in the morning and look over the folding hills at the long shadows that my love overflows upon you.
Te Amo
Jonah

The below pictures are of two extraordinary sisters who�s grace, trust and play has touched my heart in a way I wish to touch all whom I relate with. Beautiful is the path upon which each of these women walks. Les Amo Rona y Shere.

-JEM




Rona

Shere

The journey of two comes together in a moment of love that creates a new path

A taste of freedom on the central coast

A garage sale with someone�s used scuba gear

A move to Colorado to retrieve a piece of love

A return to the central coast to study music

A change of income

An opening of the heart

A journey down an individual path

A love of people

A love of lovers

A love of music

Meanwhile on the other side of the world

The journey of two comes together in a moment of love that creates a new path

A creation of relationship between sisters

An opening of the heart

A plan to know the world closer

An opportunity to experience another country

A decision to travel together

A desire to work the land

A conversation

A trip to the central coast

A journey down individual paths

A love of art

A love of people

A love of lovers

A love of music

Leading to the moment when three paths arrived at their crossing

They knew each other by the music they played and by the tenderness in their eyes�by the silence that comfortably sat among them

Their reunion sang of old love, of new love�of good love

It smelled of a thousand roses in the warmth of the mid-day sun or dark moist soil

It tasted like hot soup on a rainy day, like fresh water from a babbling stream, like soft skin�like love.

Timeless are the moon rises on a summer�s solstice

-JEM

Yosemite is a place that reminds me of how extraordinary creator's imagination is. I constantly find myself thinking "Wow, I wouldn't have thought of that" but in a way I did/am/do. On Tuesday afternoon I hiked to the top of Half Dome pulling myself up the cables that lead to the top in the late afternoon when all the people had left. A marmot, three other people and I had the privilege of experiencing the awe of this spot in the silence of the wind and river below. After the sun had lifted her cloaks off the land I hiked out by moonlight. Words do not do justice to the grandeur and awe of Yosemite or to the amount of people who visit there. Amazingly, cars are still allowed in the valley and the traffic reminded me of an LA freeway at 7:30 in the morning; I felt irresponsible for having driven a car into such a sacred space. If Yosemite weren�t so spectacular I would never go there again.

Bridal Vail

Nevada Falls in the moonlight

Back Country from Half Dome

Yosemite Falls

Merced River in the valley

Bridal Vail Falls

Merced River leaving the valley