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two dew

two dew
—-
in the fertile
stretches of the
imagination

i envision
a watered
gather, two

fluent spheres
hanging there
nurtured by

the rainstorms
of the mind,
spirit congealed,

in cold mineral
liquid, tinged
in bark, lichen

spilled from
the old ones
that line that

shore, an even
in that silence
that cold stony

and shell frocked
edge, the water
whirls and twirls

turning, spinning
unto itself, then
the other, until

finally — in the
frosted nightfall
they be come

one, and drop
to the sea of
their knowing.

—-
T | queen anne hill

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In the passage of the year, closing one, opening another, I do ponder the meaning of it. But really, it seems so arbitrary. Who’s to say that there’s a meaning to the passing of days, daze, and the movements of the sun and moon, in finding something anew? Isn’t our calendar some configuration — blurred — that references Roman thinking (Janus, the two-faced god, emerging…) There are ancient cycles that perhaps have more astronomical meaning, and less to Christian promulgations of espoused confederations of politically correct evolutions and permutations (The Council of Nicaea).

Still, one goes from one sense of time, to another. And that could happen every day. I get up, and praise this dawning, this day, this emergence. I’m grateful for that, this: what’s happening now.

So doing some sanctified ritual, a personal transmogrification, might be a worthy goal for all. Not to the grotesque — but considering the potency of change in ritual…”Today is another emergence, time bends, light flows — and here I am, blessed in a manner, the midst of it.”


I do like balancing things.

It seems like if I see something, the thought crosses my mind to juxtapose this in some startling interpretation of gravity. Almost as a first thought. And I’ve been balancing things, literally and figuratively, for decades.


I look for that: balancing.

So, to the island, and the Wanderer’s cairn, I’d thought about that what newness could be refreshed, there. That cairn originated as a gesture to Matt Girvin — passing in 2001. And still, in this newest iteration, it’s still that, to his spirit. Now, ringed in a quaternity of wanderers stones.

But at the center, is another bigger gesture. And that’s what I was thinking about — that potency, in finding some new reference to structure, that captured more impact full power.

This was made on New Years Eve. The new years day brought a storm of amazing force and uninhibited grace. And I thought, surely, it would topple, so precarious, the framing and contact of the larger stones.

My lover and I carried these stones together, dragging them from the hills, the beach. That alone was surely a kind of ritual.


The stones, balanced.

Fire set, in openings, calling the heart of the stones.

Mongolian monastery incense, culled to the flames.

And later, still standing, midst the driving storm.

Balance thyself.

All beauty, found.

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Where go you, friend?

You wander. You wonder. You come to a fork in your path. Which way, then, but to the balance of the measure, your movements.

Go forth, find what you seek.

All will be found.

t

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Expose your self.

That goes two ways, does it not?

Exposing yourself is reflective; it’s seen from one side, then the other. You see in, then out.

And that exposure, I suppose, is really about reaching to others, in sharing — and too, examining and exposing — your self.

And in that study, would it not be possible that your reflections work — to the mirror, the mirrored, and that which lies beyond, to what’s behind you IN the mirror.

I see myself — and I’m exposed.

I study my self — and in seeing, I’m exposed.

I see beyond myself — and in glimpsing beyond, I go there.

x pose | x plore | x amine . . .

warmth
to all

tsg | decatur island

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Love : corvidae . . .

How can you not love ravens and crows?

Walking in Tokyo, I’ve seen this.

Now, herewith, documented…

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/364679/smart_crows/

Their stride is surely pedestrian, but merely a little smaller in scale, jumpier in character.

But their intelligence, well, that’s another…comparison.

Warmest | happy Friday!

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9

2007.

2 + 7 = 9

9 is a volute number — it is a curved drawing that spins outwardly, a revealing. Evolution — in a good way.

I’m hoping that for you.

Encircling, balance:

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Expansiveness, creativity, unfolding:

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Good things, Friday, before the close of this year.

Surely, you will flower, starlight…

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Wishing well, all ways>

tsg | downtown Seattle

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the x.

I’ve had this stick for a long time.

It’s been sitting in the studio. Then I moved it from there, bound the cross stroke with red bookbinding thread.

And my meditation is this.

Every path leads to the center of the heart.

And outbound, from it.

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rest realm

rest.jpg

the nature of rest

Respite.

I’d done that, this weekend.

A time of deep respite.

It was the first time, in a long time, that I’d rested — without having some need to work. I did work, but I worked on art made, gifts created.

Simple things: drawn on stone, brushed on wood. Written on paper, typed notes on meditations.

When I did rest, I dreamt cinematically. Meaning what? I dreamed of long dreams and visions that carried me someplace else. I solved, in a psychic way, visions that had been battering me, in a way. Working too much, too hard, too long. And in resting, in a kind of sequence of naps, I gathered what I read, and interpreted it in my mind’s visioning.

There were many things gathered — too much to scribe here. But I went down, explored, wandered in the palace of memory, learning, looking, contemplating — and coloring in the dreamscape.

What came of it?

I went to bed late, arose strikingly early — full of more. Wanting more, to the beginnings of the day.

Somehow, I’m thinking that I will come to some maturing, in the learnings of these recurrent archetypes.

But I’m not sure when, or how. Having spun some fifty plus times round this Sun, I’d think that I would’ve learned more. But in learning one thing, you lean to another — and in that leaning, you step to another moss covered stone in the path of experience.

I go there. And will go there again.

Happy, then, that I can stride. Keep moving, in the pensive reflections of that — those moments of light — when an exposure occurs and I am renewed in the indices of a vision.

—-

T | Queen Anne Hill

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Openings, to it…

Being Open.
beingopen
Agya Sofia | Upper chambered north hall | Istanbul | 2005

Being open to others.

As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this.

Open.

What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a history. Perhaps, in the range of timing, it’s thousands of years old.
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See here, then:
“O.E. open “not closed down, raised up” (of doors, gates, etc.), also “uncovered, bare; plain, evident,” from P.Gmc. *upana (cf. O.N. opinn, Swed. ppen, Dan. aaben, O.Fris. epen, O.H.G. offan “open”), from PIE *upo “up from under, over” (cf. L. sub, Gk. hypo).

Related to up, and throughout Gmc. the word has the appearance of a pp. of *up (v.), but no such verb has been found.

The source of words for “open” in many I.E. languages seems to be an opposite of the word for “closed, shut” (e.g. Goth. uslukan).

Of shops, etc., “available for business,” it dates from 1824. Transf. sense of “candid” is attested from 1513. The verb was O.E. openian, but etymology suggests the adj. was older.

Open up “cease to be secretive” is from 1921. The noun meaning “public knowledge” (esp. in out in the open) is attested from 1942; the sense of “an open competition” is from 1926, originally in a golf context.

Open-handed “liberal, generous” is from 1601.

Open door in ref. to international trading policies is attested from 1856.

Open season is first recorded 1896, of game; and figuratively 1914 of persons.

Open book in the fig. sense of “person easy to understand” is from 1853.

Open house “hospitality for all visitors” is first recorded 1824. Open-and-shut “simple, straightforward” first recorded 1841 in New Orleans.

Open marriage, one in which the partners sleep with whomever they please, is from 1972.

Open-minded (1828) is first recorded in Carlyle.

Open road (1817, Amer.Eng.) originally meant a public one; romanticized sense of “traveling as an expression of personal freedom” first recorded 1856, in Whitman.
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What’s the point, you might ask, to all that?

And most do: “why is he in to all that?” For me, it’s about digging into the roots of the word, the work, to learn more of the context. And what new meaning might be culled from the old. Why assume that you know?

Here’s the interesting point, in time, for me:

from PIE *upo “up from under, over”.

PIE is Proto Indo European — and it means the root languages in eastern Europe, north of Persia, east of India. There’s a theory that these aligned, formed a linguistic basin, or vessel, that bore these later outcomes. Sanskrit, Persian, eastern European — there are patterning alignments. A common source.

So to be open is to come from someplace, come from under, to “re-discovered”, to be, in learning: over something.

I’ve come from some place, underneath, out, now over something, to be open…And still working at it, the close of this year.

I love that idea.

Sorry for the lengthy exploration. But if you’ve gotten this far, then you are already there.

Open.

Wishing well, in any openings, to the light —

happy Christmas eve —

tsg | decatur island

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Being open.

Being open to others. As usual, I wonder to the hidden meaning of a word like this. What is the history of it, wherefrom comes the word? And, in most interesting words, there’s a history. Perhaps, in the range of timing, it’s thousands of years old.

See here, then:

O.E. open “not closed down, raised up” (of doors, gates, etc.), also “uncovered, bare; plain, evident,” from P.Gmc. *upana (cf. O.N. opinn, Swed. öppen, Dan. aaben, O.Fris. epen, O.H.G. offan “open”), from PIE *upo “up from under, over” (cf. L. sub, Gk. hypo). Related to up, and throughout Gmc. the word has the appearance of a pp. of *up (v.), but no such verb has been found. The source of words for “open” in many I.E. languages seems to be an opposite of the word for “closed, shut” (e.g. Goth. uslukan). Of shops, etc., “available for business,” it dates from 1824. Transf. sense of “candid” is attested from 1513. The verb was O.E. openian, but etymology suggests the adj. was older. Open up “cease to be secretive” is from 1921. The noun meaning “public knowledge” (esp. in out in the open) is attested from 1942; the sense of “an open competition” is from 1926, originally in a golf context. Open-handed “liberal, generous” is from 1601. Open door in ref. to international trading policies is attested from 1856. Open season is first recorded 1896, of game; and figuratively 1914 of persons. Open book in the fig. sense of “person easy to understand” is from 1853. Open house “hospitality for all visitors” is first recorded 1824. Open-and-shut “simple, straightforward” first recorded 1841 in New Orleans. Open marriage, one in which the partners sleep with whomever they please, is from 1972. Open-minded (1828) is first recorded in Carlyle. Open road (1817, Amer.Eng.) originally meant a public one; romanticized sense of “traveling as an expression of personal freedom” first recorded 1856, in Whitman.
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What’s the point, you might ask, to all that? And most do: “why’s he in to all that? For me, it’s about digging into the roots of the word, the work, to learn more of the context.

Here’s the interesting point, for me:
from PIE *upo “up from under, over” PIE is Proto Indo European — and it means the root languages in eastern Europe, north of Persia, east of India. There’s a theory that these aligned, formed a linguistic basin, or vessel, that bore these later outcomes. Sanskrit, Persian, eastern Europe — there are patterning alignments.

So to be open is to come from someplace, come from under, to “re-discovered”, to be, in learning: over something.

I’ve come from some place, underneath, out, now over something, to be open…

I love that idea.

Sorry for the exploration. But if you’ve gotten this far, then you are already there.

Open.

Wishing well, happy Christmas eve —

tsg | decatur island

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