the last month and a half have been something of a quantum leap here.

someone wrote about having regrets for their poor choices and mistakes in relation to others. they said they see themselves do these things, but somehow, can’t manage to regret it until much later. got me to thinking.

this, a conversation carried from another place, had me speaking to another with regard to how i began to discover certain things of ‘self’ and ‘ego’ and ‘pride’ and how to recognize when they were impeding me.

walking out the door, the cats are chasing one another. they run through the kitchen and i hear a decidedly un-cat-like noise. a splat. a splat as in the sound of racing paws striking water. not good.

this, written to another, seems a thing i would do well to remember myself. pressing it into wax.

it’s official. i am an ascap member. woohoo. just got the card today. look out world. duck and cover. it’s showtime.

on occasion, i am temporarily enticed by this stuff, but then i realize it is kind of like the notion of ‘the shortcut’. almost never really faster, certainly not as thorough, and the process of bypassing the process of striving through, i think, misses that which would make the resulting change permanent and long-lasting (to the degree anything ever can be, mind you).

unexpected-012107.mp3 i have had an experience today that has delivered an insight that is still resonating. compelled to the page, i arrive here, and write of it.

in-the-fullness-of-time-012007.mp3 i am smiling. the phrase that titles this post is one that, since the first i ever heard it, some 32 years ago, has been something of a thorn.

a speck of mud, a bug, a shifting and restless wisp, a spark, a shark, a shot in the dark, a memory of the first kiss, a skank, a hank, a shameless, tired prank, trembling on the crest of the next wave, a child, a snake, willing to unrepentantly slake a flower split upon life’s keenest glaive.