fractal-dance-021507.mp3 remix (all new content) inspired by a friend’s post.

the last few months have been fairly intense and i’m worn out. there’s only so much i can do at once, and i’ve been pushing my own envelope for weeks now… and that’s saying something because i’ve never actually hit its boundary before… so oddness.

this is a phrase most often used to give a context of where one ‘winds up’ at any moment in time.

bhikkini Tezin Palmo, quotes an unidentified Catholic Priest, who said in relation to her choice of dedicating her efforts toward either undergoing a retreat or building a nunnery: We are like rough pieces of wood. If we rub ourselves with silk or velvet, it may be nice, but it won’t make us smooth. To become smooth, we need sandpaper.

sometimes, the unexpected bumps are painful.

bhain-sidhe-whimpering-012807.mp3 an odd flash of contemplation.

can always tell when i’ve been without sleep too long. i start typing words backwards (sleep was typed seelp) and the odd thoughts punch through. this, a reply to a friend elsewhere, placed here for further consideration…. after seelp. *chuckle*

a reply given to another on the matter of being intelligent, educated, or wise… and of the nature of the heart and the struggle with the mind.

it occurs to me what a great gift i have been given.

ignorant as i am, i have not had a good resource to learn what this term means. i have found one. logging it here for study (reading it now, but will need to re-re-re-re-read it). http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/depend.htm