The Mountains Behind Me

Back to the Southlands with The Elder Mazoo, where an astonishing green explosion has occurred.

Hello friends.

Beautiful image, Adrian. I loved how the sunlight caught a bit of royalty on the mountain.

So, you are back with Mama in California. I imagine it was hard leavin' the homestead. How are the baby lambs doin'?

Hey Arleen,
Good to see you.

This is my adopted brother Smith Katzeek a Gaanaxteidi/ Raven of Klukwan, Ak. He's passing on the old school salmon smoking traditions with the youngers. It was nice to be with everyone for a few weeks.

Hi Bob!

Back with Mammasita who's been cared for and buried in love and attention from the whole crew for the last few weeks.

Yes, it was good to be home and touch base with everyone. Things were hopping in the Village. I'll share on that soon. The baby lambs are growing great guns but still relatively barn bound with lots of snow.

Hi Ade, what a lovely contrast with the whispy willow against the steady mountain. I see you as both at once.

I'm sure that you both bring and find joy wherever you are, Ade. Thanks.

Caressing sky and weeping winds
Releasing form into substance

The Chilkat/ Klehini Valley was outstanding, as it is each spring. The air is so astoundingly sweet smelling I often wish I could vaporize within it. It clings to your hair and clothes. I hung everything out in the frosty air before putting it in to my suitcase. I unzipped it this morning and the scent filled the room.

It's good to read your kind thoughts Karen and John. Nice to see you again. I'll be making rounds to find what everyone is up to. I hope all is well.

Ethereal, transcendent, metaphysical... Need I say that I LOVED this, Adrian?

Very good to see you here, Adrian. You are leaving your delectable footprints all over this continent, huh - with all those you touch smiling, laughing, enjoying you BEING. How privileged we all are....-

May you find possibilities in the newly found green
May it flow and glow to a golden sheen
May your mind caress your skin in tactile memory
May all the angels bless your gift of generosity

welcome back, Adrian!

Well Jean, Becky and Jan, everyone, this is a very nice welcome back.

I left home yesterday morning and settled in to Ma's extra room by 1 am. This is the first time I've flown directly as opposed to taking the ferry down to Juneau. Dealing with a bit of climate shock; wild child shifting gears, toning down into the hood. Just a bit of a panicky feeling, akin to crawling into a snug bent wood box. It'll shift.

Good to see you each and thanks.

Ade

Welcome back, Adrian!

You must feel torn, being ripped away from beauty and tossed in chaos, although a warm chaos, with bits of love and family on the side. I look forward to more of your words and thoughts to read.

It pays to pay visit to the lands enveloped in mist
but coming back tears something inside.

~Night

So Jan, Diva, and Kushal, hello again!

Jan, what a nice poetic response and one I'll pack with me for the opening days in Ma's urban emerald. Thank you.

While I was away the rest of the Fam put in that back yard veggie garden Ma was always so passionate about keeping. If my Northern greenish thumb makes the translation we'll be adding our homegrown to the nation's newly awakening efforts towards less dependency on mass marketing. "May you find possibilities in the newly found green..." If I hold up to the heat, there's hope.

"May it flow and glow to a golden sheen..." The little old place has had some very nice upkeep projects done this season by a remarkable craftsman who's independently employed. His efforts on Ma's vintage bungalow has extended it's life expectancy by several decades and will make for happier subsistence by us with new fully screened, easily opening windows in the original strategic locations. Our Mother stoically refused to get the place outfitted with air conditioning relying instead on the wise old school, hot country construction and a mammoth pecan tree for convective air flow. It'll still be damned hot but with more places now to open up without inviting all of the rest of Kern county's amazing biotica in.

"May your mind caress your skin in tactile memory..."
Yeah... Good reasons for writing poetry right?
Ha! I may be trying out a bit of creative erotica. I'll keep you posted.

Both the photo and the poem are admirable - is this the pussy-willow on the forefront? :-)

Love and hugs - S.

Pussy willow it is my dear Arctic Tern.

Off for Ma's first time out since last November. The dentist; don't you know she's thrilled!

May your day be abundant!

"don't you know she's thrilled!..." to which Ma responds, " Yeah, like a hole in the head..."

Hello Duckie.

must be a wonderful experience!

What an awesome photo, and a great poem to go with it.

Beautiful - breathless.

Love the photo and the poem

As always, you find perfect words to capture a feeling/moment...

Re-posting to Honest Poetry Critique.
Shaking the dust off feels good. This had gotten tucked towards the back of the closet. I'll attempt a write up tomorrow.

Fine poem & image, Adrian.