relative gravity
#2
That bundle of sticks looks awfully heavy for one little crow. Is the sun rising, or is it setting? Are these burdens or provisions?
#6
Do you remember when you were brave? The first time you said no? The first time you asked for help? When you invited yourself over? When you called yourself a survivor? When you decided you wanted to live? Do you remember, right now, writing, that you are brave?
#3
He is waiting, ready, the coin in his beak. You will never be ready. The time will never be right. This is not a choice the mind or the spirit or the voice can ever make. This choice can only be made with the claws.
#7
The bundle of sticks hangs in the air, each one dangling. But I was looking at it wrong, because suddenly gravity is reversed. Those things that were burdens aren't hanging, but floating, buoying up a loud cawing friend on each one. Not burdens, but stepping stones. The one at the top not waiting to be dethroned, but looking down, peering, waiting, summoning.
#5
A crow hops along the beach, pecking aimlessly. The shells are not food. The pebbles are not food. A fish kisses him on the cheek, but he doesn't notice. The water is salty and undrinkable, but he doesn't leave. There are infinite pebbles. He could be here forever, hungry, thirsty, distracted. Remember: sand and pebbles and seawater can become concrete. Just put them together.
#4
Waiting is not giving up. Change is not sacrifice. Failure is not weakness. Activity can be stagnation, and stillness can be progress. All the answers I know, I know from the outside. The unknown answer has to be built from within, in the way that only I can build it.
#8
This crow is different. Older. Farther ahead in time. And farther behind. I can see it remembering me backwards, as I'm remembering it forwards. If time really does wrap all the way back around, like a mobius strip, then why not remember the future too? There's no point waiting till an idea is good, if you think everything you think is a bad idea, I say to myself. I can't make a life that I can't imagine by waiting till I can imagine it.
#1
Do you remember when you were brave? Do you remember the people who made you that way? Do you know that the sun will warm your feathers and the flowers will hum to you and that you can balance on the heads of lions and that your claws will not slip? Did you know that who you are is the medicine you need?