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you are living at a remote placeit has desert light: bleached & bright you have thoughts like: this is perfect loveyou are amazed you made this your home walking around in all this space & pleasureyou lift up your arms and feel like flying you take off, then gets liftedor caught by the buoyancy much higher than you inteded,in real life it is storming out, relentlessly: all is shaking & trembling each hour of each day into the night is a strenuous distance to covereven when being inside, still:it is not exactly scary, more like a rite


polar principle how change is affecting the arctic warming faster than any other place on the planet those changes accelerating meetings of geophysics, locals absent animals, ancestors drastically low sea ice, shrunken snow cover wildfires and that the whole region is shifting fundamentally it is that it is well on its way to becoming a place defined by open dark ocean and pouring rain rather than by sea ice and snow all over the planet reports signaling change happening so quickly not much will stay as it is today the “new arctic” discussion has been largely within the confines of science…


on the south side of the twin’s colour this morning,there is a flock of many hundreds, closer to 1,000 than 500rosy finches.they’re backlit against a woolen sky a couple days ago in the same area two similar-sized flocks foraging and flying. they coalesced in flight,playing, then went onto disperse like your heart eludes me


many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…


— wandering tattler in (delayed) breeding plumage, still here. if thy right eye cause thee to sin, 


mirth zealand’s orchards failing this year, from late frost in may. then heatwave — even still/especially; (pay attention to) the mirth of basking in this sphere, together 


— yes, i am. got jellyfish stings high up on inner thighs while swimming this evening, didn’t see invertebrate cause of sun’s low reflection in water; pain and felt such longing for arctic water in the fjords, perceived; endless friendly, endless gentle miss it, miss the light, miss moving, miss whales, miss dreaming of whales. trying to focus on nice things here like; swifts diving in air, scent of blooming linden or loved one’s happy faces inside restless restless, waiting for this landing to end and leaving for the desert which is also an ocean of pleasure. once a friend at navajo nation said; “i like it everywhere” –…


yes, the swifts have arrived with their gorgeous scream i read their latin name, derived from greek means ‘without legs’ that they’ll live for a week without food, if needed that their youngs will enter hibernation state to survive and delay their feather growth while  undernourished later their bodies can carry them 70 mph, covering 200,000 mi yearly. they will be on their wings for ten months migrating — sleeping in air


— saw sanderling take off from egg island this afternoon amongst. many swallows on power lines happy spring everyone