Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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A Woman's Plight, Reclamation, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

I Wonder

Candid Corvid Productions

“Perhaps I am entering some kind of acceleration effects on certain – and maybe many – levels.

For so long, I was just swollen and puffy no matter how I worked to reconnect and regain tonal tension.

But playing out the idea that one day it can all click, this might be shifting.”

A Man's Journey, A Return To Innocence, Elden Ways, Featured Artists, Myths & Legends, Reclamation

(Stars – Eriks Esenvalds, Oregon Repertory Singers)

Candid Corvid Productions

Dr. Ethan Sperry, Artistic Director
Lisa Riffel, Assistant Conductor & Choir Manager
Naomi LaViolette, Accompanist

David Peterson, Producer & Editor

Stars
Music: Ēriks Ešenvalds
Lyrics: Sara Teasdale

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
The aeons
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill
I watch them marching
Stately and still

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty

A Woman's Plight, Reclamation, The Crone

The Crone In Me

Candid Corvid Productions

She’d been fighting off the crone since the moment she’d been abandoned in her fourties.

It had jeered at her in stark contrast to her youth’s vitality, attempting to hard-interfere with her plans to remarry.

Then all of that fell apart and the accident pushed her hard onto another track – which she’d been striving toward, anyway.

But as she applied makeup to her war-torn fascial contours and saw how the ravages of pain’s suffering tried to mold and reshape her to their designations, a peace began calming.

Maybe that bitch had had her reasons.

Maybe she’d been trying to ensure she’d meet the right man, in the right season.

A Man's Journey, A Woman's Plight

The Offering

Candid Corvid Productions

From that angle, the light shined upon his face revealing the pure innocence still residing within him, displayed for her acceptance in vulnerable openness.

It shocked her to her core, for never had she seen such bright beauty – for she could see the light of his soul emanating from back through time to how he’d always been, from the beginning.

So young – so young! her heart leapt out to protect him.

How could she want one so young? She drew back in shame at her assumptions.

But she knew that she must have seen the limits of time as they frissioned.

Fidgeting nervously for an hour while on the important call and casting tenuous glances around her, she saw him at last cross behind her quickly the opposite way, striding purposefully to a car and clutching a rolled up and well-creased paper bag that indicated his nervousness.

As she turned to better look at his retreating, strong and mature back, all she could think of was there went the man that she loved most fervently.

And she felt powerless to stop him.