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...

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...

Seen by me, and the owl, see'in me. I was walking to a meeting, just off the strip, in Vegas. And wandering down a leafy corridor, saw this reference, to another world, another seeing. That re-minding sight. And it reminded me, of being somewhere else. But most importantly, the idea that I should be paying attention. Seeing this, reminded me to do just that. Pay attention. Tune in. Hoping for clarity of vision, surely, to the degree that this little sight full being, sensed me... Here's to a...

Keep looking. When I first heard of this concept, MOSS | The store, I literally thought -- wet creative. Marshes. Bogs. Gardening. Things like that. That was a long time ago. Well, ten years ago. And just before I'd learned about Murray Moss. Since his opening in 94, I've kept watching him. There's an eccentric vision to Moss; it's do-not-touch retail. It's not retail, in any conventional sense; it's a museum; it's design contemplation. There are stern warnings on entry -- pretty much "don't...

I was playing this game that used to be called bones. It was called that because it used them. Bones with little markings on them. Then it became dominos, something about dominance. Now this same game is called Mexican Train. What's with that, anyway? ----- I was looking at a map of Mt. Merapi, the volcano that I'd had a chance to climb in Java. I noted that the area that I'd climbed was submerged beneath a new patterning. It was ossified. So I'm guessing this is gone. ossify \AH-suh-fy\,...

I keep looking. Been here? This is one of those store concepts that makes sense, to the notions of mass and air and light > extravagances in scale of offerings. It's big, open and has a sense of humor, but the underlying details are not surprising, per se. Mixed well. They are just used in an enterprising manner. Enterprise how? There are plenty of things that are done, to detailing, that are -- to the budget cutter's edition -- unnecessary. But in this space, they fill the mass channeling...