where i come from

bitter humor, sweet sadness
and back again

all kinds of meta

So now a person can do a dance performance while wearing an iPad that's streaming a video of them doing the dance.

Well, I suppose it's not the first time digital technology let us get all recursive.

Here's to more wacky fun we can have with flat little portable holes for peering into the Internet. Yellow Submarine?

smack! ding! clack!

"Micro-waltes": what does it tell you about your life when you find expressions like that rolling right out as happy little boxcars in your train of thought?

corundum-like conundrum

So here is the conundrum: I want my life to be simple and peaceful. But when my life is simple, I get lazy and get nothing done. Which makes me crazy. When my life is busy and complicated and makes me crazy, I get things done.

So crazy, apparently, is unavoidable.

Unless of course, you have the magic [read: discipline] of still getting things done when you actually have lots of time to do them in.

These things are not a mystery to my mind, but they evidently really really are to my soul.

raindust

... is the name of my new blog about my adventures in Nizwa, Oman. Please have a look!

so

sometimes mary oliver comes into my head
her voice is so clear,
it's easy to talk like her

and say hellow to crow
hi to sparrow
sit beside that chattering river
and smile at the moon
be thankful for the wind
and the crunchy green
and the soggy brown
and all the ancient heft of stone
worn smooth by water-time
plunge your hands into clean sand
wet your head
in that pond
trust the hungry creatures
and the certainty of heart
in all that rough tangle
frogspawn and pond scum
bubbles from the thick dark muck
that is death and life at once
yes
to walk with a barefoot heart
through fields and forests
loving the sun and the shade
and the softness of the here and now.

back

light
nice fine clarity in summerday wind

an air clean enough to dry the lips

and open:

a decision made.