I was very tired. All I could see was zen piles of stones and mouths with teeth in them. Then Ruin the cat came and lay down on the paper so it was time to stop.
I was thinking of the hillsides still waiting the spring blush of leafbuds, at the same time listening to a news report about the Arkansas spill of tar sands oil.
I had a conversation today about the research into the microbiotic environments that are our bodies. Thinking about how we really aren’t as discrete, unified entities as we like to think, and that our physical boundaries are way more permeable and extended than we suppose.
Also, even though it’s under a new 5″ of snow, it’s obvious that spring is on the way.
some is taken, some is given. one enters, one leaves. one travels through desperate measures, one tries wings to seek new ground. everything carries risk, every risk has a balance. sometimes there is an upwelling of awareness.