it is about that, remembering. you look back, to what has been, to see more of what is, and finally, what shall be. ------ Some might've spent the day focused on the recollections of MLK. Others: recalling other things. I thought about my brother, Matt. And so, in looking back at Matt, what he and I did together, it was good to do that. Look back, but not stare. Remember, in the constructive focus of the moment -- what was shared, learned, advanced. I made a cairn on the island with my parents...

Like that. "L'ecriture est la peinture de la voix. This, those that frame vision in those other things, than the norm of the common piece, easiest scene, found. But still, isn't it so that we can find, that the most wonder full in the very pavement, that we fall to, seeing cracks that take us to the very center of the old soul. That just once, we forgot about. T | G | Nyc

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...

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. 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!

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: Expansiveness, creativity, unfolding: Good things, Friday, before the close of this year. Surely, you will flower, starlight... Wishing well, all ways> tsg | downtown Seattle

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.

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...