woke this morning with a sense of joy as I cannot express, something that hasn't happened in a long time, such relief so welcome
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Woman with Flowers 7.1
(7th sketch in series, first iteration of this one) Woman with Flowers Flowers, props upholding the woman. The flowers, fragrant, imaginar...
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The Buddha says: “ You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself .” The path is uncertain. Uncertainty is the guiding for...
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What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
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direct link: Tones of Noir music: Alex Bailey, ' Piano Improvisation No 7 .' Do poems wait to be born? A poem whittled out of t...
beautiful photos of you Brenda, of an artist in her studio.
ReplyDeleteBoris, are you Boris? Australian vision-of-continents-flying Boris? Or another Boris entirely? Doesn't matter, of course, and of course, thank you. xo
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm that Boris Brenda, the Aussie one, hello again.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, hi! I'm having severe computer problems - 3 new hard drives installed on my new Dell laptop in as many weeks & now it's gone to the Dell Depot Hospital - and have hardly been on-line for nearly a month as the spiritual forces convince me PCs suck and I am truly an Apple iMac woman a new one of which I shall purchase soon with a tax return that's not going to dental work, sigh, but to facilitating my on-line life I shall be in touch! Promise!
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing well down-under!