Of pride, industry, and the annihilation of self |
There is no finer murder than that of the perpetual swinger that resides in the champagne room of your lizard brain.
Peace.
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
again, and again, and again... |
silence.
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 22:41:00 GMT |
How this feels. |
On the train, breath misting the window. Beyond the glass, the passing maples burst into orange fire and wink out into the night.
The cool water evaporates, revealing hidden stones whi...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 15:14:00 GMT |
Wise words on deer medicine, from the lovely Jeanne |
"Deer teaches us to use the power of gentleness to touch the hearts and minds of wounded beings who are trying to keep us from Sacred Mountain. Like the dappling of the Fawn’s coat, ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 17:05:00 GMT |
On the ellipticality of nature |
I believe that nature will, at times, arrange itself into clues hinting at its intent.
And, as nature is the tongue of the Universe, at its Intent.
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:39:00 GMT |
Building and burning. |
What kind of bridge would you build to span the gap between who you are and who you’d like to be? Suspension? Cantilever? Or maybe a drawbridge, so once you were over, you coul...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:53:00 GMT |
The advent of the radishes. |
I love the first green shoot that peeks out of the turned earth. So brave. (And tasty.)
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:27:00 GMT |
