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...

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

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...

How can you not love ravens and crows? Walking in Tokyo, I've seen this. 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!

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.

Being Open. 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. ---- 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....

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...

Nightwalk Winter storm brings another sentiment, walking wandering, in the darkest passing of the season; and in walking alone, I found myself, cast into the winds of the northbound rage, coming forth, running up the hills, swirling in that high rhythm, trees humming with the rain -- the sonorous call of that one, also alone, but everywhere. Everything. All the while, the sea calls and calls, ceaselessly, the washing torrent, like that force that she is -- always the same, in her action,...

True two. For me, in my experience, it's that - being a gemini is about being one, in two. There is the one side, there is the other. But isn't this the character of living, the one, the two -- and the smoke of the space in between? You are one, you are the other. But for, and in any thing, I'm deeply curious. My whole life has been to this, about this. Wandering, gathering, contemplating, exploring -- finding one in the other; finding another in the one. And all the places that lie in...

Hi and good morning... We couldn't fly out on last night's flight due to the storm in Seattle. The airport was, to our insightful analysis, quaking in the storm. The pilot told us he didn't think the situation was improving...but worsening (and that, then, the storm had closed the airport). Speaking of round, goin' round, and all that...Sherwin and I are heading out this morning, returning this early afternoon. I'll cab home, then grab my car to come downtown. Jami Parr was sweetly generous to...