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Fri, May. 12th, 2006, 07:57 pm

Today speaks of repetitive structures perpetuating themselves on the pivot of order. Life is a sequence of forgotten moments, fueled by the brief glimpses of redemption in creation found intermittently. Consumption fuels biological engines which create inequitable return in the form of ongoing efforts to process and refine the skeptic's goal of understanding. Piecing together discarded remnants of creation, withstanding cease and desist orders from naysayers and pedants—here we are, at a crossroads between knowledge and ultimate utility: group and reform, group and reform. A mission to hold dear, immolate and raise.

Sat, May. 13th, 2006 05:56 pm (UTC)

and with that, i put down my wine glass. xo.

and picked up a paintbrush. and a book on latinamerican history.

Sat, May. 13th, 2006 07:34 pm (UTC)

I too need to pick up a paintbrush, or my airbrush. I need to remember to practice before I can achieve, I need to start small, have a collection of little things as a testament to the resolve I have deep inside. I've been cutting up plastic figurines and reconfiguring them with my friend Matt. They are little things building skill up to a large moment, when everything comes together and we achieve grand masterpieces of reclaimed childhoods, mutations in the mind of the wayward young soul, memories convening over a table saw and a blowtorch. Here are the standards we place upon ourselves: to learn and grow, flitter and regard, to mesh and amalgam until nothing more remains than what appears a small grey ball of nothingness, but which is, under close inspection, a multicolored and faceted gem, revolving around the mutilated splinters of whence it emerged.

Sun, May. 14th, 2006 03:59 am (UTC)
gingercowgirl: moving mountains rock by rock

to this i cheer. today i went to the mountainside and gathered rocks. we are relandscaping the family home and i realized with some clarity that it is possible to move mountains if you do it rock by rock. my yard now has a rock garden from cataldo and some other foriegn rocky place. xo.
i also spent time with the venerable chodron. she spoke wise words and motivated me to reclaim my movement and space. there is much to rejoice about and much that we can do with the hands that we have to benefit all living beings. sometimes i feel too weighted down by opportunity and possibility. after this, i realize that i just need to do something, and to this, i toast. for once i begin, the world moves with me like transported rocks.
i should like to do something good with my life, something artful and something important. xo.
blowtorches, airbrushes, oil paints and the sharing of knowledge and time with those i've yet to learn valuable lessons from – clarity. you speak eloquently. i was on your website for several hours today. i finally have a decent computer at my fingertips (one lovely really) and a wonderful internet connection. xoxoxo. improvements are small, but underway...
my best to your parts.

Sun, May. 14th, 2006 04:00 am (UTC)
gingercowgirl: p.s.

you've inspired me. thank you.

Sun, May. 14th, 2006 04:08 am (UTC)
holyloki: Re: p.s.

Really though, I'm only returning the favor.