Category: J.J. Brown

J.J. Brown

They rode through the quiet streets. The rain had stopped and an early morning mist fell around them under the streetlights. Victor remembered that his ancestors had believed this was a magical time when the gods walked the earth, Götterdämmerung, a time when men slept and divine creatures laid plans that ensnared or released them. He was not such a creature, no; he had to walk step by step on the hard earth beneath his feet and watch tragedies unfold, without shaping them. It was a disappointment to him.

J.J. Brown

The ancient trees are the deep earth’s language for speaking to the universe. The earth communicates through trees to the animals and to the birds living above – and to the very heavens. The trees draw the earth’s water up from the ground. Then breathing, they return it to the air for the clouds and the blessed rain that falls to begin the cycle anew. She thinks of the thin layer of living things as a fragile space between earth’s molten rock core and the frozen outer universe of stars. The thin layer is like her own life here – precious, finite.

J.J. Brown

The ancient trees are the deep earth’s language for speaking to the universe. The earth communicates through trees to the animals and to the birds living above – and to the very heavens. The trees draw the earth’s water up from the ground. Then breathing, they return it to the air for the clouds and the blessed rain that falls to begin the cycle anew. She thinks of the thin layer of living things as a fragile space between earth’s molten rock core and the frozen outer universe of stars. The thin layer is like her own life here – precious, finite