pebbly-dreams-020107.mp3 a remix of some other’s piece… new content all, no use of their words, but inspired by them, this… both rejoinder, reply, rebuttal, and rebuke.

good memories are treasures. sometimes we have to dig a little deeper for them. someone sent me a long list of ‘remember whens’ yesterday and in conversation with a friend, the following story/memory arrived.

this made my brain pop. and then, gave me a silly little poem.

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*