Here we are in the depths of long dark and there lurks all the light of day, just around the curve of earth. Happy Solstice – Here comes the Sun!
In this ancient stretch of earth our lives blink, moments, brief as the lace of snow. To have uncovered you, a jewel richly buried in shadowed soil, there growing, a watered fern, a river rock glowing soft in the ground, moonlight, soul sweet, passion-dark magic strong; your heart, an amulet, such power I can scarce […]Darkness, Dreams, forest, fragrance, love, love letter, memories, poems
Few things bring me as much pleasure as waking up wrapped around the same woman, day after day after month and year. She is my pole star and my rock, my reality check and my down comforter. Not much ever distracts from my daily dawn awakening thought: She is there and Life is good. Four […]
I have always been a lover of darkness. This began in my childhood when I used to head for the little evergreen forest at the end of the farm pond, just as the sun was setting. The little forest offered cool dark shade, even during the heat of the brightest day. It was delicious to […]Darkness, forest, seasons
Your Mom said she “found you under a rock” – you were a surprise, a joy and a complete blessing. Every day I am thankful that you were born – a sweet, sensitive, complex and artistic old soul who I adore beyond words. I waited a life time for you. Happy Birthday, Angus my […]
I’m sure I’m not alone (oh, the irony!) when I say I’m not all that psyched that the human population has just screamed past the seven billion mark [see article]. With everything else that our planet and its inhabitants (including homo sapiens) must confront as a result of human avarice and appetite [see Wikipedia […]climate change, overpopulation
Paper’s advent may have done more to shape human culture than anything. Where would we be without it? No books, no deeds, still recording laws on tablets of gold and stone? Scrawled Sonnets of Shakespeare in the dust on the ground? No notebooks of da Vinci with drawings of flight, no newspapers, no letters home, no love letters full of […]analog, by hand, paper, tactile
This video, released earlier this year by Martha Scanlan as part of her Tongue River Stories project is a great example of why Martha is right up there with the Be Good Tanyas and Cowboy Junkies in terms of weaving the acoustic tapestry of our lives here at Primitive State. Pure, unadulterated and soulful to the point of […]americana, martha scanlan