Month: March 2018

  • The Invited Guest. . . .

    We have those things that comfort and reassures us.  It can be a photograph or a painting or something bringing to mind a feeling.  It takes us to the place where we were all of a piece and peace.  I have many such things and one of them is wood.  My woodworking days were of…

  • The Heart’s Excess . . .

      ‘The circles she made in the air went round and round and she said The Teachers are telling me that the only way to get off is to step off.  And we can get back on again. And this was the Earth she talked of.  She made circles with her hand while she lay…

  • It Is Life Everlasting. . .

        In Memory of a last day. . . In his last days before leaving Earth  David asked, knowing what you know, how could you go on living?   And I said there were three good reasons.  Tresy, David and John,  the jewels of my life.  Never to have known them?  That would have been…

  • Drunk of the High Wine. . . .

    It was a difficult lesson for me to  integrate.  It is for most people.  One of quantum  premises is that all time is simultaneous.  Those who follow my blog know I speak of this often.  It is difficult for me to write of experiences if I neglect to incorporate a fact that makes my work…

  • We Don’t See What We Don’t Know To See. . . .

    Most of us have heard of black and white holes in space.  When  massive stars burn out gravity causes them to collapse and shrink out of sight.  A black hole appears and matter disappears into this.  Matter  then appears elsewhere in our universe or other universes.  My understanding is simplified. Everything has energy especially our…

  • Truisms. . . .

    The heart will determine what the head sees and put into the eyes the meaning of it all. ***** Time is not of the essence, but quality of thinking is.  For the thought was already a thing in process before the action cemented it. ***** By their actions you shall know them.   By their actions…

  • Love Is The Answer. . .

    Love, But Not Without Work. . . . It was with derision that laughter came because I said love was the answer.  Naïve I was called and impractical.  I was told I did not know how the real world works. But not without work I added.  Love needed work.  Wherever we were,  the boots had…

  • Kiss The Morning. . . wall quilt

    Because I love doing what I do and am addicted to learning new ways when my abilities diminish due to aging and its consequences,  I keep trying. And remember a teacher’s admonition,  that you are not a machine.  If you wish perfection,  buy a machine made whatever.  So I do not give up. I love…

  • We Need Balance. . .

      Inadequate.  They say I make them feel inadequate.  I require something of them but they don’t know what.  I tell them they do but they have misplaced the skill they had when they would grab thoughts and run with them. It was an exciting high brought on by them mastering life and know they…

  • Life’s Observations. . . .vast. . . .

        Life’s Observations . . . Sometimes one tires of treading lightly on psyches with cushioned feet.  Perhaps there are times    to wear what once were called old army boots. ***** Power comes to those who are able to bow down the strong.  And it happens at every level.  When knowledge becomes the tool,…