Catch the wind of the wave of the moment. let it fill you with being that you know is always there, always present.You are always filled with yourself, with whoever you are in the moment. You are always fully present, you are always immediately connected to the divine, for you are she in all her glory.

She lives in and through you, there is none ( Read more... )

Oh Crap! I'm writing poetry
How did that happen?
Oh yeah,.... I remember....
That 'dead, mad, or poet' thing
I guess there are worse options

Power and humility walk hand in hand, they weave, they dance, they kiss each other slowly and look deeply into their eyes and know. They know what the other is capable of, they know because they have touched each other so deeply that they know hidden corners of the recesses that each other hold. Power licks humility's ear and whispers into it "Hey ( Read more... )

Time lapse video of night sky as it passes over the 2009 Texas Star Party in Fort Davis, Texas. The galactic core of Milky Way is brightly displayed. Images taken with 15mm fisheye lens. -- by William Castleman

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 "It takes a Warrior spirit to come into life, taking on flesh -- to know the desires and the limits -- the reaching and the falling. It takes blood and guts -- literally. It takes heart, it takes brains. it takes a spirit willing to jump in to the unknown. It takes a spirit willing to try anything where anything is possible, just around the corner ( Read more... )

I've been wearing bifocals for a couple months. I'm grateful for the technology of corrective lenses, but they're annoying. The lenses that allow for far vision aren't good for seeing at arm's length, and the other way around. The exact placement of the magnifier part of the lens can both make it easy to read comfortably and also make normal ( Read more... )

Normally, writing isn't my thing, but once in a while something wants me to say it.

Iron
Blood pact
sealed at dawn.
Souls pinned to body.
Five nails.

Having a blog is an experiment, I like being quiet and reclusive. What I'm about to write is also an experiment, I'm not sure how I feel about it and I'll probably change my mind about something by tomorrow. But for today....

I'm wondering what it's like to be an artist for the gods. I mean to really know myself to be asked and to answer the call to ( Read more... )

Last year, on the day after Thanksgiving, I went for a walk in the arboretum. This was sacred ground, an area where several Indian mounds had been built and some remain ( Read more... )

I did this a while back, but I want to write about it before the details get blurry ( Read more... )