This is how it begins...

Rodleen Getsic

Little Rodleenie and Papa at Lake Stuart in the Cascades.

Gorgeous scenes are ours.

These are mere words onto paper - paper
that does not exist - exiting
into cosmostic ebbs
in tiers of glass-like formalities.
Mirrors.
We change
what we see
as we see it fit.

Everything moves
and breathes and lives and dies,
evolving.

Evelation, in a sense, is how it all works.

Rudy Getsic somewhere in the Cascade Mountains
with Pop (inside of the reflection) taking photo.
Rodleen Getsic

All of the art that is created and generated unto now succumbs to the Big Picture. I see parties uniting and untying. What now? God knows, as do we. We leave it up to the everchanging scenes. Hello. This is rhymes and riddles, is it not?

Take a look at not-a-thing, nothing, evoluting. We do not have to understand. Our lives are larger than that. Take a breath.

Breathe in prana. You were told all along. This life is more precious than gold. So is pot. I know. I know. Look, this is art.

When I was still a glimmer in the eyes of my ma and pa, this is what it looked like:


Pam and Ed Getsic at the beginning
of their life together; just prior to the
creation of their firstborn, Rodleen.
Rodleen Getsic

Love. That is all.

Love.

Love.

Love.
Love.
Love.
~!Rg

Notation: The instigation for this posting comes with the beginning of a reBorn website, and that is - www.GetSic.com
Stay Tuned.

Rodleen Getsic. Topanga Elfin Forest. By Kevin Kerber.