India. Delhi. Day one. 10.21.07 The one and most powerful opening character is surely the people. Spending the day with them, watching them, walking among them -- mostly the profoundly impoverished, there is still a kind of savoring of what they are, what they have --what little they have, and living in that -- that is still very beautiful. There's a kind of serenity there -- among many of them. I'd heard of it, that spirit; but now I've seen it. It's a little after 2am, Monday morning. Will...

Lightgrasper P h y s i c a l l i q u i d i t y 10 . 13 . 07 The presents of light, light in presence -- is something that I visualize, as liquid. And I think of a lot of things being liquid, flowing from one -- being fluid things. Like an idea -- it's liquid; and if you visualize it flowing from one, to another, it's grasped and held like fire that you mold and watch, in transformations. Form, physical form is endlessly transforming; it's just that we don't visualize it that way. We see...

There is a blessing, that calls to the heart of the place, the heart of the person and the heart of the offering. And it's all ways about that, isn't it -- the heart of it; the spirit found and the finding of it? And my office, my working space, the blessing of it, the blessing of the work and the place that I'm working. That work, that found, that finding...Blessings by Lama Jingme. I'm wishing well, in every thing, well -- wishing. And heading out to India and Bhutan, tonight...

The architecture of silence. ---- 3.55am | d e c a t u r i s l a n d This morning, the world was so silent. And I wondered, where is anyone? Any one. And there was no one. It was just that, profoundly quiet. So quiet, that there was barely a sound anywhere. No breeze, no shuffling leaves, no shuttering barked skin on the Madronas, no; there were no licking waves -- and nothing in the air, flying; some distant jet, some night bound airplane sputtering along. No thing. I contemplated that, the...

In walking, wandering -- that other side of the work, the world, I do like getting out, getting a way, being some place else. Being over there. And I savor the storm. I am that, storm seeker. Because on the edge of any storm is the light. By any call, there's a cracking of brilliant light, in the curled clouds the thunderhead, stormbringer. Light emerges. And so does my spirit. ----

Looking at light and pattern, I see a figure... Rain comes to St. Louis in great sheets of water, coursing, flooding, running. And last night, after returning from St. Charles, a storm emerged of fabulous magnitude. Lightning. Thunder. Gales. Driving back, it ran so densely I could barely see where I was going. I even drove off the road, sort of, since I couldn't tell where the actual street was. And I was the designated driver... Being a storm lover, I had to be out in it. Shooting. ---- Tim...

A note to Eartha Kitt --- Dear Ms. Kitt, I've long admired the character of you. Your song. Your acting. Your spirit. And now, your love of nature; it was the one thing that I'd not known about before. And now I do. I loved your story about your experience as a child, being one that roamed and explored, easily happy in being alone. And I was like that, and I am like that. And I did (and do) love the hymenoptera: the vespid(ae), the solitary and paper wasps, the masons. All of them in that...

I'm looking for paths. The turning --- Every thing turns and spins in its order. What, that? I've been out, looking at the stars, pondering the turning. Listening to the water, waves like a river, riffling. It's turning, that tide, a worldly whirl, that I sense, this moment. And this dark morning, I wonder about that dawn; she's now far away -- but coming, in brilliant light, later this morn as she did, yesterday looking east in the rising. Seeing that was a turning for me, pondering that...

Taking flight : NYC -- Bye Bye! Happy Sunday ! ---- T ---- the Day: Autumnal Autumnal. Of all adjectives associated with seasons, this is the only one that has a literary ring to it - perhaps because autumn is our only season word that comes from Latin and not from Germanic sources. We salute the adjective today on the first day of autumn (or fall, if you want to be all Germanic, all the time) in the northern hemisphere.

LOOKING : FOR LIGHT ---- Aren't we all looking for light, looking into the light? Seems that way. I look in the light and I look into the dark. I live in both of those presences. That which illuminates, that which darkens. What I'm about, what I'm exploring is all about that -- like a true geminarian, the search for the balance between one, and the other -- and the mist in between. So I think about that, the light, the dark, the mist. and I'm drawn to all this. And I look for it, to be there,...