blogtrot

So, I stopped in and didn't write anything. Then I proceeded to explore via the next blog button at the top of the page. It is always different, today was incredibly full of food stuff with a strong representation from the veggie/vegan zone. After you have stopped by to see if I have expressed any updates why not do the same. Take a little blogtrot around the sphere. Enjoy.

holiday note

It is in the very midst of the holiday season, I am in Florida where the Currier & Ives mental picture embedded in my formative years simply does not apply. No festive feelings have I been incubating, mostly a wonderment and hopeful mind prep for the next calendar year. I hope that it blossoms into something wonderful.

back

yup, I'm back. I can't believe that I have allowed this zone to lay fallow for over a month. But truth is. I'm still not ready to splatter the post with my current state of affairs. Perhaps next year from a new location, after the dust settles. Not much in the mood for stories either, so, I just wanted to stop by and say that I'm still here and there is still plenty to write about. Please stay tuned.

full moon

Seems like the full moon is causing dysfunction with my pcs as all kinds of little issues have been plaguing them.
So? What are you doing?
Well I'm blogging, what the hell does it look like.
and you have something that will add to the wisdom of the ages, perhaps?
Of course, but that doesn't mean I am going to place it here where just anyone can stumble across it.
Why not?
Now, that is a question worth pondering and that is just what I shall do. Now.

halloween

Happy Halloween; I guess. The day is here, the clocks haven't fell back yet, there are no denizens carousing in this hood. There is a spate of entertainment in the form of 'Horror movies' on the tube. A few good oldies that I have enjoyed today.
So a new year for some, a portal possible for others, Scorpio and all souls and the seasons roll.

note

Way too lax on my entries. Been some caught up in transitional strategizing with a resistance to let slip some verbal tripwires. You never know who's reading.

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.

collage

Phase the next on the collage. Still experiencing a challenge with the lay down. I will investigate other materials for future pieces. The biggest question is will I get these done in time to send for Christmas.

collage

So today I started placing the background of the first collage onto the prepared surface. It wrinkled more than I was looking for. I did expect some as I was laying down some fairly large sheets for this kind of application. So I am debating whether to sand the surface after layering more poly or not. While this decision percolates I will continue to search for some imagery; but I think that the lettering option of the original plan has evaporated. More words along with more progress.

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.

just a note

Just a few words to indicate my realization that I have been lax in my blogging.

another soul released from gravity

Shortly after my last post about a friend's passing; I was again notified of another old friend's father taking a similar journey. I have some fine reflections of Dale. Wiley my friend this was altogether too strong of a reason to make it possible to reconnect, but, I will take the opportunity. Peace to all connected and happy trails Dale.

dream

So, not a typical dreamscape, but a familiar one. Tripping through geometric fractal mosaics. I wonder how much alignment and absorption my 12 strand multidimensional DNA realized. Hmm.

perception perameters

Alliterative intro was a sad little weakness of this word-loving mind. There is a pattern that emerges from the chaos of thought. When the thought emerges into the lens of awareness it is in a multi-dimensional configuration and requires some structural matrix to begin to abstract and hopefully deliver a rendering that the language can deliver into a sharable mode.

My thoughtform du jour has to do with the incredible limitations of human perception and how one can describe what generally lies beyond the wavelenghts from ultra low frequency (more felt than heard) to the higher visible spectrum. Sure we use radio waves and we can witness the wave motion of physicality in the surface of water; but what of the colors that are seen only with the inner vision. What of the communion with vibratory information that resides in what many religions would describe as celestial, angelic, heavenly?

Some tesseracts of multiple information drop into consciousness and bring light from other simultaneous space-time frames that one has also been, is, will be personal. Re-member or create, is there a difference when we have stepped out of the narrow confines of linear time?

tugged at

Yep, have that feeling that I'm being tugged at on a line from infinity. Not actually resisting but, feeling less than desirous of going along right now. After all of the preparatory work of many years, to set in motion the ease of dimensional shifting, I have to wonder at my reticence. Perhaps tonight the dreaming self will have an encounter of magnitude.

sad note

Today I received the sad news of the passing of a friend's mom. I was close to her as well as the entire family. Lucky for me I was able to have been by for one of those rare visits very recently as I live over 1,000 miles away.
My heart goes out to all and I can now picture Win reinvigorated and shining in her statuesque and graceful self. Thanks for sharing the planet with us. We love you.

where've i been

So, what the hell, I haven't been writing for a while. I've opened up the blog and failed to post a couple of times in the past week. Seems that when I've been about to the flow was too strong and I'd have been up too late to fit my scheduled pattern. I owe a few e-mails and maybe I'm copping out by thinking that a collective entry will suffice. It will not. Perhaps I will return to the e-mail page and let this drift into silence. It feels like this minor entry will serve as catharsis.

savannah's

I expect this to need fleshing out after this wee entry.
So I ask my brother J. where Savanna's is, Alabama or Mississippi? Without hesitation he says Alabama, which by the way is what I think.

Days later he is relating some of the story connected and says "where was that? Alabama or Mississippi?" as if we didn't just go through that. I guess being a DiCara and past 60 merits some allowances.

Savanna was a rotund black Southern woman with a small eatery a 1/4 mile from a ferry landing on the East side of a river. Not much else nearby. A large open dinning area where you could see what was going on in the kitchen area; a jukebox and a 9 year old daughter helping out. No menu, just whatever was being cooked that day, all you wanted for a reasonable if not cheap price. Catfish, fried yardbird or pork chops, a mess of greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies etc. good eats. Since when we descend on the place the food demand goes up pretty severely we would spend a pretty long time before completing dinner.

Like any band of misfits who are used to working and playing hard we took full advantage of the jukebox and consumed mass quantities. There was one visit where you could hear the young miss say "Mama, is all white folks that crazy?" I sure don't remember what Savannah answered, I think it was a laugh and a shushhh maybe accompanied by a little swat. But I'm sure she probably answered differently after we left. She sure treated us well and we tried to do the same. I sure could go for some sweet potato pie right now.

more notes after vacation

I had a few more little issues with my travel, like a broken jar of honey in my luggage. But I also got a few more hoedad stories with J.. I miss the whole social dynamic of being in the bosom, if it weren't for the wintertime I would move back. It was not easy to see the declining parental units as the toll gate of time charges another bit of life.

First day back in the mines was not too bad, but, the uncertainty continuum takes the opacity out of the pathway. Certitude has little place and my grip has a tenuous purchase.

home again, home again

There was a bad looking two-car accident on I-4 to welcome me home. It made the return at least 45 min. longer than usual. Fire engines, Fire Rescue, Sheriff's, State Police and a helicopter landing in the road. I've got to wonder about my trips home.

The trip itself was good although it began a little rough. When we got to the airport my Explorer wouldn't shift into gear. So, I leave my bag unattended in the queue and run outside after getting a call on my cell informing me of this. I was freakin' a bit as it took me a few minutes of abusing the shift lever to finally get it to function. When I got back to the line I was kinda expecting someone to be upset about the bag, but it didn't seem to have made a visible impact.
After getting picked up in CT and back to J&D's we had a great dinner and visit. The next AM more Explorer issues, this time with the spare surveyor one. Not 10 minutes after heading out with the casino as destination the brakes stop working. The casino would wait one more day.

more to come...