Tag Archives: My Life

I’ve Been Thinking About Recovery and Discovery

I have been reading May Sarton‘s journal called Recovering which is initially about recovering from the loss of her life partner due to onset of senility and finally recovery from cancer and a radical mastectomy. May Sarton’s writing was published … Continue reading

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The Unchangling

I wish I could say anything changed the dawning takes eternity fragments and hurls them toward infinite fleeing stars Everything in motion, nothing changes Matter is vibration, music of particles anything in the soup remains there cooling, coalescing, and dispersing … Continue reading

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A Failed Experiment: A New Plan

I started out this week intent on focusing on the light and got lost in a dense gray fog of fatigue and indifference ending in a black funk. I have no idea how things happen this way. This all ended … Continue reading

Posted in All part of the process, change, make your own world, paying attention, philosophy, Questions and riddles, Self-Experiments, Teaching and Learning, the end is the beginning, thinking in words, visions from the dark side, whereever you go there you are, wonder world, working world | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Nailed to the Floor of My Life

It seems like lately I have no ability to rise above the busy noise of day to day life and enjoy my life as thinking, dreaming, living being. I am trapped in other people’s versions of the world, and frankly, … Continue reading

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Winter Shell

huddled in ice, a white cocoon I drink warmth from earth ready to rise with the coming dawn.

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