Examine the nowness of it all. Explore the complexity of the moment, Explore the simplicity, and know that this is something.
StartFragment Turn on the faucet and let the words flow… drip drip drip Nothing. What? My mind was just racing with ideas that I wanted to capture. drip Really? drip I know that as soon as I stop trying to write then the thoughts will flow again. Sorry folks, you’re really missing out. I swear I had some gems that you would’ve wanted to read. Words so meaningful that your lives would have changed forever. Words which would have triggered your neurons in a new and productive way. But alas, nothing. Thoughts gone. Like the ever changing now. Breath in the moment. Take your eyes off these words and take in the now. Is that a tree blowing in the wind? Is that your breath? you are alive.
StartFragmentAll ideas are subject to change. Dinosaur ideas should be left to extinction. EndFragment
StartFragmentSitting by a canal of sorts. It’s low tide. Smells of sea farts. The weather is warm enough for the most recent snow to start melting, but not for the giant piles of salted ice/snow to have disappeared, they will remain for another month or so. My farts begin to mix in with the sea farts. It’s supposed to be a sign of good stomach health. Farts and burps. The sea farts just remind me of pollution though. The low tide reveals some hurried trash disposal. A frame of a bike sticking out of the muck with it’s tire hanging on for dear life and a shopping cart whose carting days are now over are both usually hidden from view. I guess they make a nice reminder of the the care
