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...
Just wanted to say I am enjoying your stones. This one made me think of diaries that I destroyed.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
martine
Thanks, Martine... and there's a lot of boring drivel in my journals -wish they were interesting! I'm so glad I gave up keeping them and turned to on-line blogging. Much better!
ReplyDeleteI can understand destroying our journals, mine are generally so trite that I'd be embarrassed if anyone else were to read them! While I intend to chuck a good many of them at some point, they do represent an aspect of my life, and once in awhile I like to reconnect to who I was. :)