i can hardly believe this year is almost over. honestly, they seem to go quicker than they used to… only yesterday, i was driving ‘home’ from new jersey. only yesterday, i found my ‘dream job’ as a writer for a game company. only yesterday, i was unexpectedly laid off from that dream job. only yesterday, i met an amazing person in a virtual world and for the first time in almost 15 years, felt alive again. only yesterday, i found a purpose that crossed both real and virtual worlds and brought me into contact with a blessed thing. only yesterday, […]
mid-morning thoughts on a holiday
it is raining so hard that i cannot see outside the window.
difficulties on the path (4 of 4)
well… homestretch. i find this oddly exhilarating. kind of scary. but also kind of a relief. and i’m actually a little surprised i’ve stuck with it. kindly. kindly. but no less insistent. i’d give myself a cookie, but there are none here. ok. enough of that. onward.
difficulties on the path (3 of 4)
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 […]