Thursday, November 20, 2008

"Falling From Grace"

Maybe we don't fall from Grace. Maybe we tumble into Grace. Maybe Grace is the connecting Pool of Shiloh - imperiously dark and foreboding on the surface. But the soothing bath of release calls from beneath the plane (once broken).


"Drawing is diving into the murky back waters without my glasses."

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Shirley, Goodness, and Marcy

I don't think I can not never do no thinking about the macrocosm without thinking about the microcosm. New genes? Old jeans. Both are remarkably comfortable.

"A new idea is different by nature -- it's off the beaten path -- and it takes courage to risk failure or rejection. For example, how do you know that your brilliant insight isn't going to lead you into a blind alley, make you look stupid, cost you money, or worse? You don't. Thus, a crucial element of creative thinking is having the courage to take a risk."
Roger von Oech (A Kick in the Seat of the Pants, 1986)

I thought to myself - wouldn't it be cool to have a movie made of my life? So, I had one made. I'm watching it now. You are in it. And so are you. You look marvelous, by the way. Is that light in your eyes or an amber speck? Is it both? Have you always made so much space for me? I didn't know until I saw it on the big screen.

Thank you so much. Would you like some popcorn? My treat.

Monday, November 10, 2008

WHEN NO ONE IS WITH ME, I'M ALWAYS ALONE

Love. Habit. Expectation. Songs, promises, vows. Sonnets, qualifiers, laws (of all persuasions). Disappointments, separations, reparations. Change, commitment, suspensions, suspicions. Abject, protect, suspect, neglect. Smothering, mothering. Closeness, distance - dancing ever outward. Apogee, perigee, orbit, jettison. Clarity, over cast. Notions of poverty while embracing wealth. Wood smoke on an autumn's eve. Snow peas, chick peace, appease, oh: please.
I wish I could kic
k love's ass.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

MANY MOUTHS

We, each of us, bring the very best that we can to any given  situation. There is quite enough to go around, thank you very much. Some scented vinaigrette might be nice. Kudos  for the suggestion. I was thinking it's thyme. And you?

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Moving Beyond Cause and Effect

The marvelous thing about the labyrinth is that it provides no blind alleys - no dead ends. As humans, we typically provide those impediments free of charge. We are generous that way. 
We become accustomed to using the overarching term fear to describe these cryptic blockades - the gesso that all to often primes our personal canvases. Occasionally, we trim the wick of illumination that is faith and (so guided), wend first out and then again back until we find our way.
The beginning becomes the end. Which, of course (paradoxically) becomes the beginning.

Monday, November 3, 2008

"Red States, Blue States"

When the blue states this, and the red states that, then there becomes an overlapping of estates. This is the ruling of the grid. When a belief system becomes an affront to new beliefs, then it winds itself into barbed wire - that which is kept out then, becomes akin to that which is kept in. Osmosis is a funny, funny, phenomenon.
We are always on the eve of change.

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Thursday, September 25, 2008

ACCESS.


What is it about a closed door that specifically makes us feel shut out? What type of personal perspective allows for that view?
Maybe a closed door indicates to us that we have been cast from our individual Edens. That no matter what land we currently occupy, its landscape is diminished by the fact that it is other than what we perceive that we are being denied.
And what are we being denied? We aren’t sure. We just are sure that it is not available to us. And so we stare at the closed door and obsess. Or we storm the castle to retrieve some treasure, though we know not the treasure’s name, only that is must sparkle in it’s shimmering value.
I woke up this morning wondering what part we play. What part I play. In the construction of a closed door. Am I the wild thing that needs to be shut off? Do I require the boundaries that a closed door provides?
In the murky moments of egress from night to day, I saw that the door was transparent – permeable.
There was no key. No threshold that required crossing. And in this receptiveness was access.