Currently Black Ghosts By Black Ghosts see related

infinite looping...

Currently Hercules and Love Affair By Hercules and Love Affair see related

the chemistry of alchemy...

Alchemy.  The art of translation. A transmutation. As a philoshopy and a practice, its aim is to achieve ultimate wisdom as well as immortality. To Coehlo, it is a quest to fulfill our destiny.  This feels like my year of alchemy.  Each day I’m inching closer to what I want. Learning as I go, not getting discouraged by obstacles—I can see more clearly, I love more freely, I laugh heartily, and have become more discerning. Woven paths are interspersed with the dichotomous nature of life, and I walk on confidently. I will stumble, I will fall, but the path will remain. I will run, and skip, and spin freely with arms outstretched, and the path will always keep me grounded.  Experience breeds wisdom, and I’m up for just about anything within my own boundaries and limitations. And, “words without experience are meaningless,” I once read.  So let’s stretch-let’s bend to what life beckons.

wandering eyes and feet...

I was walking around in my head, but not according to plan. I stepped outside myself. The world was no longer narrow, I saw the horizon expand before me in vast strokes. Endless. Possibilities. What you can do, can take you further than even the eye can see.  And my eye tends to wander—as do my feet. On the outside. Periphery. Observing. I suddenly have a heightened sense of awareness which allows me to choose my steps carefully into chaos.  I’m on the move. Haphazardly. Things are in motion, the inertia of life takes me along. It has an indescribable power over me. Life is my vice, it grips me, and I cling. It throws me, and I come back for more. It is beyond me, yet it gives me understanding, and many stories to tell. It’s all sorted.

pursued, pursuing, busy and tired...

"there are the pursued, the pursuing, ,the busy and tired." and, time does not exist, time is measured in space. much space has ocurred since the last entry, but ive been busy being pursued, and pursuing, which has left me tired, yet content and satisified.  i've been on a rollercoaster of emotions which has been equally exhilirating and terrifying. with the good comes the bad, that's the way the world works, i suppose.  i've been courting corporate starbucks in hopes of getting a job in the design department, i've had 3 meetings with them so far, with each one i inch closer to getting in the area that i want. i've been in bursting with a creativity that i have never known, creative and productive.  i think i may be onto something here. and of course there has been the ever present connections with people that make my seattle such a great place to live. inspired, i can't produce fast enough for what my mind is dreaming. 

rainy season...

And thus, the fall rainy season officially begins.   A Miles Davis record spins to accompany the mood.  Erratically sensuous. It is a focused blur of turbulent calm that beckons to be understood. In quiet stillness the resonance of the season is found. Fall drips in delight pulling us in like gravity.  Along with the rain, one of my favorite colors appears, shimmering wet streetlamp lit black, that absorbs and reflects. There is nothing like it.  Water ripples and puddles and drips and trickles and streams so naturally in spurts and periods of  hours, days, and nights.