Obsidian Blooms: Favorite Posts from the Past

What It's About

Years ago, at a hippie fair in Eugene, Oregon, I bought a chunk of obsidian from a merchant. He told me that the chief property of the volcanic glass, so far as humans are concerned, is that it draws up that which is buried deep inside and releases it into space and light. It seemed the perfect metaphor and catalyst for me, who's always yearned to have a fuller voice, and to mix up my insides with all of what is outside.

I present these offerings to reveal the shape this deeper stuff takes when it hits the air, to track how my dreams meet the ground, to spy as imagination invades a break in the day, to share the light of another's face opened to me, and to count the many ways possibility enters a room.

Yes, even molten glass can blossom.

Kirby Obsidian