Category: Perfection
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Emergence… Metamorphosis
The butterflies are gorgeous, gorgeous. All of them, but I really love the monarchs and daisies. They’re special. I know you’ve already sold Tweet on the lonely butterfly, but … if you’re going to go with butterflies anyway, those are stronger images. I do like Tweet’s avatar, though! Was it at all tempting to categorise…
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Emergence… and Butterflies
Hey Staci, Found some more butterfly images to play with. I’m thinking about making them part of the site theme. I’ll have to talk to Tweet about the Twitter one. We’ve been having a little to-and-fro on that. I’m really liking two, which I think will work well: the one with the single yellow butterfly…
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Note to Self
It’s not that I float. That indicates the possibility of falling, and there is none. It’s not that I have a position in space. There is no space. It’s not a dimension, or a plane of existence that I exist in. These are all concepts of a physical manifestation, and there is nothing physical about…
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Everything is Wonderful
While browsing in a chain bookstore I picked up a beautiful text featuring the world’s 100 most spiritual places. Leafing through it, I was startled to discover how many I’d visited. More than that, I’d knocked off nearly all the ones in places I’d travelled to. Until that day, I’d never really thought of myself…
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An Early Memory
The memory is of my girlfriend, Corinne, tied to a tree in her backyard. She’s naked. I can’t remember how she’s responding to this, but I don’t recall any negative feelings about it. It’s playful, until her mother calls to her from inside the house. I quickly release the bonds, a plastic skip rope, and…
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16 thoughts I felt compelled to write down one day in 2008.
5. Your body knows more about your spiritual well being than your mind does. Teach your mind to listen to it. ~ Some days, insight floods you. I didn’t sit down to write this collection of insights, it’s just what came out in response to a challenge: jot down 16 brief notes about yourself.
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Glenn
Summers in New Hampshire provide a teenager with blissfully warm weather and an abundance of distractions from the boredom that seems to accompany the day-to-day existence of the young. There were the streams in which I’d fish for trout, and the marinas filled with pickerel, and Weirs Beach with its small mouth bass. My father’s…