Friday, March 24, 2006
Randomised
Random recent photos. And completely random is how I feel: thence the lack of anything substantive here of late. The shell is standing up, walking around, emitting words from time to time, but shell is what it is – knock on me and I’ll reverberate, or crack, perhaps, if you knock too hard. The skin is standing up, but inside there the organs, vessels, fibres are sleeping on their feet like horses. Sporadically, words and images bubble to the surface, but there’s no theme. I’ve lost the plot. There was a plot, wasn't there? I'm sure there was. It’ll come back to me, I suppose. Rest in the randomness. Let it be. It’ll all come back to me.
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Random recent photos. And completely random is how I feel: thence the lack of anything substantive here of late. The shell is standing up, walking around, emitting words from time to time, but shell is what it is – knock on me and I’ll reverberate, or crack, perhaps, if you knock too hard. The skin is standing up, but inside there the organs, vessels, fibres are sleeping on their feet like horses. Sporadically, words and images bubble to the surface, but there’s no theme. I’ve lost the plot. There was a plot, wasn't there? I'm sure there was. It’ll come back to me, I suppose. Rest in the randomness. Let it be. It’ll all come back to me.
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The tree is absolutely gorgeous!
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# posted by 
: 2:55 pm
: 2:55 pm
Wonderful photos.
I'm not at all sure that superimposing a plot on our lives is a good idea, anyway :-)
I'm not at all sure that superimposing a plot on our lives is a good idea, anyway :-)
Lovely pictures, but I'm a bit put out that you've got crocuses (crocii?) in the city & we're still standing over ours in the village waiting for the buggers to show.
# posted by : 7:51 am
: 7:51 am
Is a feeling sometimes of alienation natural? And if we embrace it, rest in the randomness, will it go away?
Losing the plot, that one I know well.
Living a shell of a life, ahh...
((hugs))
For warmth, connection, wholeness, joy, laughter and vision.
Perhaps another plot is forming in the randomness, another way of being.
Losing the plot, that one I know well.
Living a shell of a life, ahh...
((hugs))
For warmth, connection, wholeness, joy, laughter and vision.
Perhaps another plot is forming in the randomness, another way of being.
I love these photos. Particularly the flowers and the bicycle carcass and the branches that looks like tree roots.
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