Rough clouds startle the eye. The underside of a stormy ocean, frozen for a moment, tossed a mile high - sitting there, ready to fall.
There be dragons on the move - lashing lightning, breathing fire, trailing hot rock.
In the deep, cold rivers of space, pools of fire rotate. Golden filaments of electricity roar past, twisting energy - food for the dragon.
Consciousness flows with these currents. Awareness is one with the substance. Time has no meaning and the speed of light is overtaken. To be drawn through stars. Neither hot nor cold. So swift, so immediate that exhilaration is left behind.
There is always a storm a-brewing.
Another cup of coffee. The sky is not falling.
I’m feeling about 55% . Haven’t played for two weeks but coming good. I’ve felt flat, dull and uninspired. Dragged myself to work and felt disassociated in nearly every other respect.
I am inspired by Griff from www.bluesguitarunleased.com who shows me, via video which is free, a four note blues riff and explains it so well that I realise why most of my songs fall into a folk/rock expression.
Blues is space with notes ... and the words flow in between, whereas I come from almost ‘a dancing around the medieval maypole’ - a ‘hey now derry derry’ backdrop.
So - blow my nose, release the clouds, plug in the guitar and I’ve got twenty years of four note blues to absorb and reflect. Yoo hoo for Griff. ..... another high degree of strangeness that dragons prevail yet none claim to have met one.