Only So Much A Soul Can Bear?
Sometimes I feel like a sponge.
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An Environment Conversation and Awareness Through Art
I will never become accustomed to, I will never accept, nor will I become desensitized to or jaded by this culture of self absorption and violence, racism, and cruelty. Doing nothing means nothing changes.
Read More An Environment Conversation and Awareness Through ArtStriking a Balance Between Despair and Hope
My interest lies in part with fascination for hidden worlds, and mysterious and different creatures.) New octopus related things having been purchased, walls painted, I decided to put up some mini blinds in the newly painted bathroom. There is a narrow working space what with the disability rail and toilet. I rested my foot on the toilet seat. It skidded and snapped off.
Read More Striking a Balance Between Despair and HopeBeing a positive deviant who steps around the burning goat poop
We have always lived in a world where the possibility exists that goat manure piles (of poop) can spontaneously combust. It happens, spreading fire and amusement and stench. I bring this up because I don’t fully understand the scientific aspects of spontaneous combustion, suffice to say heat and methane probably play a part but I […]
Read More Being a positive deviant who steps around the burning goat poopChaos Spaghetti With A Side Dish of Despair
That which is the source of the sun and of every power in the cosmos, beyond which there is neither going nor coming, Is the Self. This Self is supreme! – Katha Upanishad Him: The sun’s so hot today. Me: I believe it’s entirely made up of fire. That’s probably why. It all sounds […]
Read More Chaos Spaghetti With A Side Dish of DespairA Dog smile, Eleanor, and Anxiety
Today it’s like my recharge light is blinking. I need to plug in somewhere and re-energize. Today I’m weary emotionally. Ever get weary of the whole wide world? Perhaps I have been weary a long time. It so happens we went to the airport to drop off a houseguest who stayed with […]
Read More A Dog smile, Eleanor, and AnxietyI have 48 years, I will do much more
A few years ago, my daughter came inside the house carrying something. She put the thing in my hand. It was grey, solid, an almost perfectly round rock, which fit in my palm. She’d found a keen rock-ball. Across the street from me are natural caves. There’s a mountain with a flag on top, and […]
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