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

doing one's best in affairs of the heart

Communicating , doing one's best in affairs of the heart is only way to rise above the animal of human life...heroic actions, opening the door to dialogue of appreciation and gratitude is the easy example, but question like , "what are we about, where are we going, can we turn this page of conflict" these are hard, they are very intimate and pregnant with pain and joy. So many , can only abandon the love and joy risk the journey to deeper water. enjoying the commodity of a relation till it is used up and move to some one who needs them more..

Dreams

I dream about you and yet still my heart is not moved, trust blankets the vision . Awake I feel just the simple feelings of lost love...