i love this. for many reasons. most of which will be obvious to anyone who knows me. it’s like a motto made musical. wish it were this easy to convey to others. hard when you’re not believed.
on honesty…
woah. this spontaneous reply to another in regard to the wave of ‘intensifiers’ in relation to ‘honesty’ flew off my fingertips quickly enough. it wasn’t until i really re-read it that i realized what i was saying. i’m going to have to think on this. well. hrm. obviously i already have, since it flew out of me effortlessly. rephrasing, i’m going to have to consider what this means here, in the front of my brain, and in the meantime, feel something like shuddering relief that the back of my brain seems to have this down cold. hopefully, it will percolate […]
about hope
this, given in reply to another, set here for myself, and any other who may read. very likely the most spontaneous thing i’ve ever written, i wept as i wrote it, i weep now, and i’m smiling at the same time. crazy? maybe. i choose to think it’s important. for many reasons. reasons i will not ruin it by trying to explain. for once. cyncism is nothing more than bruised idealism, the deeper the bruise, the more cynical the result. but underneath it all, we still hope. it is the singular irony of life that we work so hard to […]
forgotten things…
hah. found some AIs i thought i’d lost. recordings to be transcribed from about september – october 2006. got one done, working on the other now. also found some recordings of less enjoyable moments. not sure what i want to do with them.
Shandala’s Lament
“We are bound,” he said to me his voice, gentle, his touch, tender in it, all fear of joining, lost great sigh of relief and thankfulness its wind stirring hope which had all but died fanned it to full and flickering flame I accepted the truth of his saying found the delicate knot of it within cradled in every moment since deep delight for its presence a redemption i never thought to know many clouds have passed over the shared sky since that instant in which hope rekindled moments of anger in which we cut one another limping apart to […]
synchronicities and stories and suchness
every week on saturday night, the roleplaying guild i lead has a gathering at which stories are told and interaction is enjoyed.
how do they know? why do i care?
well, honestly, i can’t say i do care beyond the vague curiosity of ‘why do they bother?’
perhaps i am too great an optimist (unlocking)
i am often accused of being too great an optimist. forever willing to give the benefit of the doubt, often when the entire multiverse is screaming in my face not to do so. here i go again…