this totally didn’t go where i thought it would, but that’s ok. the wood grain result is a nice surprise. the source pictures were photographic and completely anything other than wood. interestingly, three elements of the seven used were of a specific thematic that now, will remain a mystery to all but me.

well. impossible logistics to get to practice and teachings the next city over… and most teachings scheduled are set at times when working folk like myself are slaving over a hot desk. unfortunately, it seems i will miss most of the upcoming teachings. and almost all of the mentored practice. i have found a smaller sangha closer to home, but they will be radio silent until mid-january. hopefully at that time, i’ll be able to share practice. so.. back to the daily routines here, med/practice morning, mid-day, and evening….  study for the hour thereafter, as it seems my mind is […]

In 2001 (before, actually, but set forth on a page as definitive errata in the year 2001), one of the several people responsible for what is today known as ‘Scrytch’ wrote of its purpose and intent, thusly:

someone recently wrote on another forum that ‘all the women sigh for mr darcy’. i had to take exception with the statement.

short free wheeling bit, random thought…

two new pieces… in relation to a virtual world… i’m surprised how motivated i am to do this. happily so. it has been far too long. thinking about sculpting again. and music. this place is too small for it all. hah.

said i’d sleep on it. i have. wake up this morning and it’s still in the top of my head, so i’m thinking i got a lot of thinking done during the night. i don’t recall any dreams, so looks like all the cycles were on this. which is good. snagging coffee while my brain starts the loop of words spinning up out of the deeps. back in a moment and then… wherever my fingers take me.

made a decision last night about this closed door.

just noting it for now. going to let it percolate while i sleep. sink in. hopefully. this deals with the error of trying to give. with boundaries. and with the attachment to self and ego that impacts what compassion should be. oof. yeah. that’s the sound of a sledgehammer to my temple. more tomorrow.

another tile in an ongoing work that will eventually be a series of tiles set in relation to one another. this one, entitled ‘compassion’. seven images used, all aspects of the tradition or images that relate to experiences here with entering the stream. as with the previous, carefully modulated out of any recognizable space and into one that melds them all… then, the curls and seeds.