yeshes.online

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.

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.