Journal Entry
December 1st, 2004
Playa Blanca, Islas de Rosaria
Off of coast of Cartegena, Colombia
Yesterday,
today, tomorrow. 365 days a year, For millennia upon millennia. Over
desert, jungle, city and sea. In the slums, on the streets and over the
suites. Morning, noon and night. Life diligently and gracefully raises
a hand and sweeps the sky. In a brush of brilliancy to allure and lift
weary and downtrodden eyes. To bring to attention the questions that
the striking evidence would only imply; In inspired wonder of who, what
and why.
My favorite color is that of the sky minutes after the
sun has set, but before the first star has shown itself yet. A fleeting
and paradoxically incalculable minute. That by these instructions can
be recognized and captured only by intuition. (As I think all life’s
most inspiring moments to be.) This color. If captured in a stone.
Would woo and wow the Royal to send troops to destroy, devastate and
enslave, just to put a piece of it on their plump fingers. And here it
is. That same color. Spread across the sky wide. Unprejudiced of all
whom it adorns. Making even the sea look small and pale. In bold
declaration. That all royalty and richness will befall. To those who
look up. Any and all.
