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    dots Submission Name: This Fellowshipdots

    Author: Jester_Gesture
    ASL Info:    23/f
    Elite Ratio:    3.41 - 365/459/201
    Words: 231
    Class/Type: Prose/Love
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       Packwood Retreat 2006. My last trip there, for another 2 years at least.

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    dotsThis Fellowshipdots

    Stepping onto the dry, crusty grass
    yellowed under this August sun
    with my hands wrapped around a camera,
    already catching still frames with
    an over-zealous heart

    this is revival.

    Breathing the smoke, washing
    in the rain of these blessed ashes,
    our faces alight with
    an adventure's first fire,
    staring into the hypnotic flame
    barely listening

    this is preparation.

    Pressing my palms to
    warm stones, ascended from the
    river banks just
    three years ago,
    jumping from this bridge we built that
    calluses still recall, down into the water
    that glides with such familiarity
    around my ankles, with
    the sun filtering through the
    forest's leafy canopy,

    this is memory.

    Grasping at fallen towers
    of birch and pine and beauty,
    ungloved fingers flinching at the textures
    scraping at soil covered skin,
    feebly grabbing at well-deserved splinters,
    wincing at our own complaints

    this is pain.

    Speaking noiselessly into the darkness,
    towards a glorious, nightly tapestry of
    passing meteors and the wild creatures
    that honor us in their dwelling,
    silently hearing us wearily
    whispering unheard wishes

    this is unconsciousness.

    Singing gently in this fellowship,
    close to those so deeply loved,
    voices blending and melding with hoarseness,
    still rough from laughter, still
    choked from the desperate attempts
    to hold back these tears,
    here for just one last visit

    this is farewell.

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      This is really pretty babe. Is this from the mission trip? I love the "one liners" (I don't know what to call them) in between each stanza. Hope to see ya tomorrow love.
    | Posted on 2006-09-28 00:00:00 | by AngelOutlaw | [ Reply to This ]
      i admire how you lead me through this experience through phases. one leading to the next.

    you kinda drew me into the scene.. i imagine to be quite hot & dry by your description of the grass being yellowed, crusted by the sun. & the fact you held the camera in anticipation tells me that you came to this place eager to capture it's meaning or it's message to you.

    Breathing the smoke, washing
    in the rain of these blessed ashes,

    this seems to me like a sacred moment of being involved in a 'ritual' of some sort.. and then being entranced by this hypnotic flame. feeling consumed by this flame & oblivious to everything else around you.

    then how you've built upon the memories of summers before. & you realize how much things have changed & grown.

    & this journey to some extent involves pain.. i just sense a sort of distraction taking place with regard to the night & night creatures.

    but it seems like your surrounding kind of dissipate in the moment of being connected with eachother & eventually saying goodbye.

    well, honestly i enjoyed reading this... it was nice. i like reading stuff like this every so often. stuff that's real & not so self-consumed.


    | Posted on 2006-08-21 00:00:00 | by vohomegirl | [ Reply to This ]
      i like this
    its so... nice.
    not nice in a horrid sense...
    nice in a not depressing and awful like most fo the stuff this site seems to entertain...

    this is full of love and hope and memories and joy and peace...
    sure it ends with leaving but it doesnt feel like a forever leaving and even if it was you paint it so vividly that you can always return to it in your mind... you know...?

    i like your standalone lines... the ones that sum up what your images are painting and even though they arent really needed (meaning that the stanzas explain themselves well enough) they add so much more beauty to this piece... give it an air of simplicity but also of clarity... that there is no doubt what this is...

    i really like it.

    i mostly like the way you paint revival...
    in church circles revival is a completely overused word and i had begun to hate it but when it is used in such a beautiful way as you have used it i find myself in love with the word all over again...

    i really like it.
    | Posted on 2006-08-22 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]

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