Christmas Present

Twas a bloody big drama making everyone get out of bed this morning. I have such an enthusiastic household... I got all kinds of lovely material possessions, including $800 and The Mighty Boosh live show DVD :) Also, and possibly most importantly, I got a digital SLR for Christmas a few days early. Canon EOS 1000D. Yummy. I've been taking pointless nature-type shots, portraits of my cat (my dog wasn't terribly cooperative) as well as taking full advantage of the self-timer. Proper lame, I realise. Enjoy:

Forest

I sit on my knees with my hands pushed into the soil, making my skin cold but my heart warm. Icy breeze cuts across my back; it picks up leaves on its course and embraces them in a fast waltz only to release them and they die alone. The remains of another days sunlight spills out from over the horizon, dwindling on the green hands of my cousins. Wet on my knees and love in my hands.

I am home.

The bright silence is deafening as it forces its bliss into my head. Tiny drops of heaven break the white and turn it grey, trickling into my mind where the bliss remains. It amplifies my heightened state and elevates me to a level of being that has a secret name. Only the wind and the trees know its glory, but in that moment I do too. As the sky falls upon my cheeks my soul breaks, and pours down with it.

I am home.

All around me life stirs. Stars waking and sun dying. Wind shaking and sky crying. Creatures smiling and flora nodding. I feel them with me, all things before me, all things become me. I am amongst a cosmic sect; I float in their ethereal abode. Only now may I wear their badge, and only now do I truly know. Only here in this moment am I pure, am I whole, am I tasting life, am I truly alive.

I am home.

Fulfillment

And so it began, a painfully beautiful journey through lost lands. Over rough terrain for weeks upon days upon months, melting together in a torrent of it. "It". It was why we came, with our spears and our pencils and our guitars and our mops. To find "it." To see "it". To touch "it." To feel it. IT. It. "It". Hundreds of us, cluttered legs and lonely souls running and walking and leaping and bounding. After it. It. Knees down or hands up or knives out and teeth bared. We had to find it, risking everything, at the cost of every other thing. We needed it. But it continues, our epically unsatisfied journey through tragic seas. Under lightning skies for years upon hours upon decades, clumping together in a mess of it. "It". It was why we've come, with our daggers and our cameras and our brushes and our shovels. To find "it." To smell "it". To taste "it." To have it. Hundreds of thousands of thousands of us, barefoot and wide eyed running and walking and leaping and bounding. After it. It. Knees down or hands up or knives out and teeth bared. We have to find it, risking everything, at the cost of every other thing. We need it.