Early Dawn Risings & New Writings Emerging

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Illustrations for a new story . . . coming soon from the desk of Rivera Sun


“In the grey dawn stillness, sitting,

with the charcoal quiet all around her,

across the far-flung depths of infinity,

someone heard Hope cry;

“They say our world is ending,

our very world is ending,

and please,

I don’t won’t our beloved world to end.”

So across the inky darknesses,

that someone came.”
-copyright 2012, Rivera Sun

The thunderstorms roll across the mesa, bringing balance to a summer of dry heat.  They let loose cool showers that turn the sage silver-green with black trunks and deepen the red tones of the earth.  In the mornings, three times a week, we rise at dawn and meditatively fire the cob oven to bake our sourdough bread. To live this rich, good life is such a blessing.  A humble one in which we buy everything in bulk; whole wheat flour, brown rice, beans, cornmeal.  We live simply, and take pleasure in watching our beans simmer for hours in front of the small fire that heats the oven we will later bake the bread in.

Every day, I write.  The words are pouring out of me in torrents, like the rain showers, rolling in regularly and yet, still unexpectedly, dowsing the paper with fresh thought, lilting metaphors, and poetry.  Many new essays that don’t have homes yet are piling up, waiting for a book or a magazine to send them off to readers’ eyes.  Those dear plays you all love are languishing in their corners, longing to be performed, but knowing it’s not quite their time yet.


I sketch to break the intensity of writing. And also stretch. And jaunt off across the mesa in the evenings when the lightening isn’t threatening to zap the tallest red-head on the mesa (me).  Such amazing plants, unfolding yellow blossoms of the wildest tiny shapes, continuously throughout this summer season.  A sage in bloom startles you with its vivd golden sprays that roll out across the plant over many days.  A night, the coyotes serenade the sunset, the moon rise, the moon set, and sometimes even the sunrise.  They call out the movements of the heavens.    Enjoy this excerpt from a new book, whose illustrations slowly emerge on the writing desk.


Keep in touch! Rivera Sun


 


 

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Published on July 10, 2012 19:51
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From the Desk of Rivera Sun

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