Found wisdom (illustrated)

"Monks don't Multitask"


(detail from my latest smearing...)

Since I can't make sense of it, I might as well try to make the best of it...

Today's John Cage Indeterminacy:



Wisdom finds you when you least expect it and need it most...

" It's always Thursday and the wisteria is always blooming..."

Because it's good to remember that complicated days and bumpy times don't last forever, and that more good stuff generally happens than bad. (Bad stuff just tends to get all the attention...)

Therein lays the value of making good memories. So it's time to get to work.

Antidote

To too much work, too many people, too much noise, not enough time to make much of anything, read, write, or watch blogs:



Life's short: have another Mojito...

(watching fireflies at midnight is bonus...)

Leaping back into the fray...

What I'd do this weekend if I had a magic wand...

(photo from their flickr site)


They're back on the river...

The Miss Rockaway Armada

I'd SO go to the show...

I need to know these people. I DO recognize these people, even though I've never met them. I am of their Tribe, and there are more of us, scattered far and wide.

What type of folks can sustain this energy and effort, this joy in making and doing, for the second year running? Let me tell you, this is hard play. And I would so love to be right in the middle of it, from now till they pull in and drydock wherever that might be at the end of the summer.


Authentic art from the heart, just for the fun, experience and sheer hell of it...

Wow. I wanna go down the river!

Operating Instructions...

which I communicated at a particularly hectic moment earlier this week:

back off
mellow out
slow down
be patient.

It seems to me that we (the ubiquitous human "we" of western culture and current day society) have a little problem with scale and speed.

A solution?

Just say no.

Slow down.

Do less.

It's a whole New Deal.

Present tense

I'm about to head out to the day job. Thought I'd attempt a post before the rest of the world gets the best of my energy and attention. My readers, both of you, deserve much more than leftovers...

I work in a funny place. Organizationally, we tend to be problem revisitors, repeaters, perpetuators. It's taken me a long time to make peace with that. It is what it is, and it's not all bad. But some of the conversations would make your head explode, or maybe implode.

I digress, which I'm prone to do.

Anyway, revisiting yet another in a series of endless circular debates recently, I said this:

"You can't do anything about what happened, you can't do anything about what might happen, all you can do is something about what IS happening, the rest of it isn't real!..."

(That, and the realization that any thought of control is an illusion anyway...)

I amaze myself sometimes.

We are Here, the time is Now.

I'm off to see what happens today...

Infrequent transmissions

No cause, other than time passing, and it's spent in other places besides in front of this screen. Not lacking for subjects or content at all, to the contrary, maybe more material than ever. But like this buddha (one of a few scattered here and there on my mountain) I seem to find myself more interested in sitting still and listening (this early evening to doves, hummingbirds, an owl a bit ago) than talking or writing. Maybe my language is changing.

Well, of course it is...doesn't everything?

Note the smile. And for some reason, I was just struck just this moment with a sudden and powerful memory of the scent of wisteria...

Life. The wheel goes round.

Random broadcast

Seems like forever since I posted. Which it has been a guess, a day in internet time is like 7 dog years.

Lots of pondering, some making, more than enough day-job work. Tending to spend more time outside and less in front of the screen. Handwriting and illustrating letters. Slowing down, doing less. Changing directions, or more accurately, meandering and less inclined to worry about accomplishing this and moving on to that.

Pictures and topics galore, projects in germination, poems to be written or not, treasure maps to follow. Also, laundry, mowing, working on the van. Life.

From dinner the other night (me): "I'm more interested in ideas, concepts and experiences than I am objects- I want to live, make and accumulate stories, not stuff..."

Hummingbirds at the feeder, Lucy ready for a walk, the workday awaits. It rained this weekend (finally) and the world out the door is lush and green.

Let's go see what's out there...

More later, sometime.