Monthly Archives: February 2008

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Drive by shooting | Dominica

I was working in the Dominican Republic this weekend. On Sunday, I drove around the island, with the boyfriend of one of my clients there. He drives like I do — wandering. See something, go there. But to explore different … Continue reading

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I’m not sure

Sometimes I run, when darkness abounds and I see things like this. So quiet, mist. What can be seen is some times not there. Other times, what is not there, is seen, found. Next. I’m looking for that. tsg

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Last Light

Last light 2.20.08 The light, seen from afar, transforms to many radiant spheres of expression. Flair, lens. Your eyes are out of focus, and you can’t quite see what is there, because of the brilliance: it is so blindingbright, that … Continue reading

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Echt

This word keeps popping for me. And I’m wondering why. One thing I’m thinking about is that when you are looking for something, looking for the right thing, it appears. I’ve been writing about truth, seeking trueness. And I’ve been … Continue reading

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I think about love

I think about love 2.14.08 Some times in the lonely haul of working long and hard, you still need to remember that love, found, drives every thing. Holding. The point of beauty, of finding that passion that takes you into … Continue reading

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cairn

There’s a string that moves to the center of the earth, gravity found — a long running spin of whirling energy. Winds know it. Trees sense it. Waters flow to it. Organisms abide by it. Storms, the spinning whorl of … Continue reading

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Oysterlight

I can recall this discussion, a long time back, decades ago, about the concept of oysterlight. And it took me a long time to think about, to understand, what that meant. The light of the oyster. Oyster’d light. Cloister light? … Continue reading

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Raiment

There was a woman, the mother of my children, my former wife, who was born, decades ago, this day. 2.9.55. She passed, sadly for us all, a couple of years back. Many hold happy memories of her. I keep hearing … Continue reading

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