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.
difficulties on the path (2 of 4)
continuing from the previous, the next four of the twenty difficulties and my own admissions and thoughts… lessons for learning… i hope.
difficulties on the path (1 of 4)
listening to the internet stream, Dallam’s ‘I-sense’. which begins with the statement, ‘something here has gone very wrong.’ chuckling, i agree. oh boy. do i ever.
of farewell
with regard to the true nature of farewell… edit to add: a spoken/mixed version of this item now available at – http://www.splicemusic.com/music/fenix/of%20farewell%20final-16420
another dream…
” There are moments when one feels free from one’s own identification with human limitations and inadequacies. At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet, gazing in amazement at the cold yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable; life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor destiny; only Being. ” – Albert Einstein
tribute to walls
a long-time favorite artist is seattle-based lou walls. from handbags to shoes to just about any other kind of ‘something’ you can put art on, her works have been there, done that. she works in oils, as i recall. says she gets her inspirations while walking in her hometown. her efforts are richly abstract, color becoming texture, and the play between light and shadow hinting toward a scene without ruining it with too much detail. primaries play a large part in her work, but odd juxtapositions are present, too. never a dull moment. always a delight. i was thinking about […]
mid-day thoughts…
laughing at myself for how pitiful i am sometimes. consider the nature of solitude and loneliness and the pure idiocy of it. now that i can. *chuckle*
a new friend
so ok. you know that feeling you get when something completely unexpected happens? the one where you’re just boggled and bemused and your whole being is made soft and shimmery for it?
wrong speech
still piddling with the digital tiles, trying to get back to the place where i felt like i could make something worthwhile. thusfar, still obsessed with curls and seeds and abstracts, so rolling with it. for some reason, this just said ‘wrong speech’ to me. all the static, breaks, sharp points, and chaos of it.