Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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It feels amazing to be blogging again. But I don't know where other bloggers who might connect to my blog might be. The crowd in the old...
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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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Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ...
Sewing here becomes a meditation, wonderful and insightful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Libby
ReplyDeleteOh this ties in so much with something I was thinking- your words are perfect!
ReplyDeleteIsn't synchronicity wonderful, Teri! Our stones are skipping, turning and falling into the river, a huge number this month, and it's quite wonderful. I did see your river entry. Thank you!
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