All but the last one are from Mount Helena - the last is from a mountain near Townsend.
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All but the last one are from Mount Helena - the last is from a mountain near Townsend.
A supermoon rise to begin a year. Who knows where we will wander. Who knows what will come. Breathe deeply and let the waves of tomorrow find their way to these shores.
Blue. Moon. This is the Wolf Moon, and if I listen closely, I can hear it howling. Who knows what these new days will bring, who knows where we shall go.
Clearing the desk uncovers a forgotten poem.
Tearing leaves from an old notebook, putting together a folder for the research necessary for the next book – the plot of which is REALLY shaping up – I came across a sheet used within a workshop run by David Chapple for Eyre Writers, Port Lincoln.
Against the prompts on the left side of the page I had filled the dotted lines, resorting to verse when under pressure. Here goes:
I grew up in…. Moun…
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mt. helena, 2016
The journey back home has begun, and with all this @delta delay going around, it looks like it may be a long journey indeed. It's always something, and the sooner we come to peace with the fact that we have no control, the happier we will be.
Mount Helena, Helena, MT
Funny how inanimate objects can, after years and memories touch them with their magic fingers, begin to take on a life of their own. Mt. Helena, for me, has reminded me of home all my life and I love watching her change, and shift, and sometimes, blush. Follow me @TylerKnott on Instagram and Twitter.