weekend

Friday, the herald of the weekend and I am skipping the Friday night (why isn't that Frinight?) poker game, as I have stuff to do particularly Saturday morning. I plan to get some progress on the collages as well, but, the primary concern is getting my djembe to the drum doctor. Time for goat sacrifices to earn a place in the vibratory annals. Obviously my drumming has been slack as I haven't had to rehead in over three years.

kernels

Tossing out some few pieces of language to see if they fall into a cadence and conveyance of distilled thought. Mayhap they only indicate the futile existential quandary; or swept up in the torrent of emotion they are presenting the realization of uncertainty that has become a stronger representation of the future. If I could once again reach into the bag of tricks and have at my disposal a more formidable, clearer and responsive mastery over the time-space continuum; or that beautiful trust that the tarot fool embodies, then my mood would lift and I could share what comes next. I invite at the least if not invoke that stellar certainty.