and with string, broken glass and empty vessels man lays runes to ward off unkind spirits from the hills of their ancestors. The hills above this makeshift shrine are adorned with the art of another time, symbols that marked the terittory of a simpler people. The wind as it rolls off the mesa stirs, and the tinkling of glass, tin, aluminum and iron oxides fill the canyon and this talisman becomes a chime. In that moment all was fluid.
2 comments:
I like the "chimes" on this tree even though they are just rusty old things. Have always loved chimes and the sounds they make. I have 3 different chimes around my house, my favorite being the butterfly chime on the front porch.
Have a great Friday,
Sandy
I love chimes too, I have them on my deck in my Zen garden, I like to sit outside and hear the music they and the wind make.
:) b
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