Soul Life , what wideness is thee

Where is the love

My Love wanders like the seasons, like a path that crosses and meets other ways, like a ball rolling and  drawn expands in each rotation, I am awake to this. When love avails , we grow in grace, when love ends, a path appears in suffering. Yet , in the suffering is the grace of love's growth, it can not be dispelled , all past love is part of the greater love yet to manifest. You whom I have loved are part of my love , now...

monolith thinking


The firestorm of reaction was fanned by contemporary media that gives the world access to the cell-phone-on-the-street viewpoint of such events. This level of reportage has little journalistic scruple since it is spread over the world on the internet. Enhancing the inflammatory nature of this kind of news programming, the constant flow of conflicting accounts out of independent sources merge in an unsettling confusion of opinions. In biblical times, the role of Adam in Paradise was to give names to the un-named. Today, lacking truth, humans satisfy the fundamental urge to name the un-named by forming an opinion. The oscillation of public opinion and the sensationalism of the on- the- spot imagery are twin forces that are counter to what could be reasoned action in the face of catastrophe. The social chaos that ensues from this combination blocks the development of true compassion for the plight of others. From this perspective, the plethora of unedited images and unfounded opinions is the true source of widespread anxiety.

Well , I made it through my illness and am ready for work and the big life. I found my real friends , those of the heart. It seems that a new door is opening in my work since I may have some assistants who are eager and to make art. I have a long road to walk , drawing and painting and finally sculpture. New ideas are flooding me and I am ready.

I still feel for the people I have left behind, yet the new road is running with new faces and my dear Carolyn who has helped out of bed to this new running man.

Summer is a laze,hot pockets and streams of air, a yoke of the harvest spirit.

And I am part of this feeling, this movement, this burn to my heart.

Yesterday I let go of another friend of many years. I am changing and have less desire to be involved and tolerant of people who are rigid and non loving. 15 years is a long time , for a relationship; and he and I worked together mostly. I don't have many good male friends, and when I look back , he was there for mostly my mundane needs, for work and resources. But not my heart or my world view.

His view is "my way or the highway" , common low game plan for the many who are not awakening themselves . I know it is hard to see the deeper questions in life, yet I will keep asking. What is soul work, and spirit work and finally the NOW. These are thoughts were not close to our relation, so I was just working for money, not the spirit of pottery, there was no soul connection to memory us or art and our NOWNESS was lost to rage defense and shallow words, which I will not live. Very similar to my last relation in the southland, living someones pattern and not their growth.

The soul of a knife is to cut, ours is to love. Yet we turned from love, it happened so quick like a storm of complex clouds breaking the light., it was the spirit of the times. It is my prayer that you remember yourself and discover thine self in our past and in our transcended future yet to be and because of NOW,  this feeling we have been given by life itself, this unshakable yoke of love