Mercy and Truth

If

only

you

could

try

to

find

if

there's

any

Beauty

in

us,

would

you

save

us?

 

 

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Out in one week.

Why?

Why

can't

we

see

the

End

of

all

this?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Why?

Why

is

the

Past

more

present

than

Fate?

 

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Photo by our dear, dear Luca B. 

Why?

Why
are
some
Skies
larger
than
Others?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. November 20th.

Why?

 

Why 

won't 

Trees 

replace 

us 

on 

Earth?

  

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

Why?

Why 

is 

Youth 

turning 

its 

cheek 

to 

Death?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

Why?

Why
 is
Angst
God's
Beat
inside
Us?

Father Murphy, #Lamentations. Third chapter of the Trilogy of the Cross. Coming soon.

Trees as Crosses

As some of you already know, my dear C. Lee and I underwent Sacrifice and reached Beatitude through our personal 84 stations of the Cross around Europe and North America.
4 months, 84 shows, 13 countries.
In our path we came across several Trees looking like Crosses. You know how much I search for approval in signs or events around me. Thinking of these Trees as Crosses surely helped.
I started touching their bark with my left hand as a way to express gratitude to them, to the Trees, even for just standing there.
Somehow I hope in this way I granted some Protection back.

Anyway, Lady C. and I also wish to Thank all the people who came along in this long and meaningful journey. 

Until we meet again, Beatitude may come to you all.

The West is the Best

As an Evangelista song says "the West is the best", so I found myself dancing around the majesty of my beloved Red Woods, again.
We look for them, from Seattle to San Francisco.
I'm Also posting here a close up photo of an amazing white Birch that protects the house of our dear friend D, in the woods in northern Seattle, going toward Canada.
C. Lee and I are travelling this side of the world again, in maybe our longest series of shows all in a row ever. The stations of the Cross, as we like to think, since our newest release is called Croce, Cross in Italian.
The Bible sometimes refer to the Cross as to The Tree, and I like to think of a red Wood Being the Wood we're bringing along with us in this tour.
People of the East, we'll work on comin back to you next year.
And our hearts Will be open to welcome and honor your Trees.
Sincere blessings

Signed

f.

I found my bones in the Desert

I fell in love with the Desert while driving through the South West, most likely when we had the honor to perform at Paolo Soleri's magnificent Arcosanti.
It was a Sunday, and I remember lady C. and I trying hard not to blink in order not to miss anything, not even an istant of Light. We decided to perform exactly 30 minutes before the Sunset on the open air Colly Soleri Amphitheater, and we decided to go for no lights, nor on stage, nor for the audience.
Being our performance about 33 minutes long, we let our eyes adapt to the Light turning into Darkness.
Anyway, few months ago we had the luck to spend several days in the South West, and we went back to the Desert several times.
While we were driving through the Joshua Tree National Park, we decided to stop at the Cholla Garden, where the two pics up here were taken. We were miles away from Arcosanti, but yet our eyes did stop blinking as they recognized the same Light.
And right there the same Light showed me how the scars in the Cactus structure, in their bones look exactly like mine.
I am sometimes afraid my bones are getting dry, but there in the West the Desert showed me how you have to take care of yourself and build and strenghten yourself around your weak parts.
In a way, it's the same lessons I learned from the Red Woods: when they're hit by a lightning, they stay put and they keep the sick part inside, asking the bark around to grow stronger, and to protect the whole structure.
Willing to get close to an end for this post, here below some Straight guardians that looked after us while we were in Arcosanti.
Thanks to all these trees and the Cactus and thanks to the Desert, I got my bones back.

Happy new Year!

These two photos look like these Trees could be wings for my words.
We wish you and ourselves to grow wings where your and our weak parts are.
Anyhow, as I already wrote some time ago, I can't help but thinking of Pines' branches as arms holding Crosses. Blessing or cursing.
We beg for their blessing, we follow them cursing.