odd the way such tender things appear. scooting along a thread in the web, a post, a reply, an email, a reply, a gift given and taken and regiven, then, a search for a new term, unknown yet known without knowing, and i find this gem:

blushing, i admit i inadvertantly lied to this person. i did not think of it until after sending the reply, and now am torn. on the one hand, this is imperative learning for me…. on the other, i said this would be words to them alone. i choose to believe they will understand. and forgive.

from a forum in which the topic is patience and working with others to be of benefit. this, a reply given to a new friend about my troubled history with plants.

thoughts on guilt, from a shared area, this, my reply to another asking for help on dealing with guilt.

perhaps the real struggle is not the sharing. sharing is easy, really. easier when it’s something given just to see another smile. ever notice that? when i give a five year old a quarter at the laundromat… unexpectedly… as a stranger… their eyes light up and they run and tell their mother and i can hear five year old enthusiasm, ‘MOMMA! CAN I GET A PIECE OF BUBBLEGUM!?!’ and it makes me smile. sometimes… when i’m trying to share something important to me, something that matters to me, something that serious affects my world view and how i feel in […]

this, in response to someone replying to my thought that perhaps we are, all of us, active Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, striving to liberate those around us, and on the nature of what wrathful compassion is in relation to severing attachments and aversions.

archival.

freshly home from my first visit to a local poet’s night. one word — wow.

i don’t read blogs as much as i write one… but every now and then i find a place that tickles my temporal lobes. this is definitely one…

splashing playfully, smiling, enjoying in every way.