powerful scrytched piece today, that speaks so well and touches so deeply that for a moment, i thought… but then i reminded myself… impossible. remember? poisoned arrows and disdain. remember? if you don’t, just touch the bandages. yes. i remember. and no, you’re right. impossible. admitted. accepted. all the same, even if a different voice, still, a beautiful piece. as much as i intend to use it, for now, i can only light a candle and set it gently before it… here… and then, leave it a time. until i can bear to read it again.
of the road, the fire, and the future
scrytch’d poem in similar vein and theme to one posted by mobiusghost 12-12-06. perhaps even for the same reasons. perhaps.
spontaneity
Spontaneity is being present in the present. Spontaneity by-passes the processes of the conceptual (aspect of) mind. Re-integration with Nature, which we are, is the recovery of spontaneity. – Why Lazurus Laughed by Wei Wu Wei
call the press! (iMac attack)
i preface this by saying that i am not, usually, a materialistic or mercenary person.
last holiday post…
and the words aren’t mine, but boy, they fit so many things that are floating through my head. for me, for you, for him too.
noon – meditation on the closing of the year
i can hardly believe this year is almost over. honestly, they seem to go quicker than they used to… only yesterday, i was driving ‘home’ from new jersey. only yesterday, i found my ‘dream job’ as a writer for a game company. only yesterday, i was unexpectedly laid off from that dream job. only yesterday, i met an amazing person in a virtual world and for the first time in almost 15 years, felt alive again. only yesterday, i found a purpose that crossed both real and virtual worlds and brought me into contact with a blessed thing. only yesterday, […]
mid-morning thoughts on a holiday
it is raining so hard that i cannot see outside the window.
difficulties on the path (4 of 4)
well… homestretch. i find this oddly exhilarating. kind of scary. but also kind of a relief. and i’m actually a little surprised i’ve stuck with it. kindly. kindly. but no less insistent. i’d give myself a cookie, but there are none here. ok. enough of that. onward.
difficulties on the path (3 of 4)
it is after midnight, and i am torn between continuing or sleeping and letting this percolate until the morning. part of me feels somewhat compelled to complete it now. but i chuckle… for this is likely the best sign that i should be exceedingly mindful, and wait… and take it up on the morrow. so… i relent. 12:15am and to bed with me. what is written beyond this will be so in the morning. i’ll adjust the time stamp as needed.