Phantom images superimposed on the trigonometry of an electrical transmission. This is the way I will remember being struck by lighting: suspended for an instant by a mass of electrons between the earth and the atmosphere. Electrical transmission of thunder and light and cataclysmic force. And then I will remember that I am alive and am experiencing this life.

Living. It’s hard out here. Impossible all too often to know what we are supposed to do. Now constantly bombarded with imagery and powerful words once used only for the sacred. And our minds are hardwired to believe. And now we are all super interconnected on the information highway. Of coarse it’s complicated when all of our symbolism gets intertwined.

I was shaken by that bolt, and frightened of future clouds approaching from the horizon. I pondered a new agreement with the sky, running circles in my mind not perceiving an agreement was already made and slowly growing inside of me. The bolt opened a new portal inside of me, a distant pin of light I must now quest towards. A pathway becoming creation of works transmitting the intensity of life.