The meaning of potent, see, I promised. Going to keep this short though, not for lack of time, but last session's rambling, kind of embarrassing. All that re-reading of blah blah, so boring. Usually I like to meditate later on the phrases that flash through my mind, not true this time.
All inconsequential, and lately, I need only the important. And want it. That's new for me, to allow the wants with the needs, an evolution of sorts. Much to do, much to be, less time to spare, that's now become me.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Winged thoughts
Focus children, this is not about airplanes despite the confusing title. It's about thoughts just flung out there, explored, some worse than others. Don't bite an airplane, or an insult, both are made of metal. Huh? Me either.
Paedomorphosis is supposedly the best brand of evolution out there, like total regression into the juvenile, before deciding, or just landing (hey, airplanes do this!) in a superior mode of adulthood. Look around enemies for life, very few are willing to own the whole picture.
Take school for example (it's the only one I have), besides the teachers there's the parents, oh c'mon, you didn't know that. Stating the obvious, it's my speciality, doesn't mean metal's now an essential part of my diet. Logic 101, where beginners dare tread.
Yes, we're talking automobiles now, you knew I was that fast. Vroom, vroom !!! Anyway, gonna slow down here, but just winging it, so I've no idea what I'm gonna write here. Not even sure I'll delight you, oh enemy of the past. Way long ago, and further, before then.
Ah yes, that's the ticket (who used to say that?) Probably one of the uglies, very few coinwords come from those who are attractive. What, I'm the only one to notice? So anyway, winging it, usually worth it.
Not this time, this time, going nowhere, and fast.
Paedomorphosis is supposedly the best brand of evolution out there, like total regression into the juvenile, before deciding, or just landing (hey, airplanes do this!) in a superior mode of adulthood. Look around enemies for life, very few are willing to own the whole picture.
Take school for example (it's the only one I have), besides the teachers there's the parents, oh c'mon, you didn't know that. Stating the obvious, it's my speciality, doesn't mean metal's now an essential part of my diet. Logic 101, where beginners dare tread.
Yes, we're talking automobiles now, you knew I was that fast. Vroom, vroom !!! Anyway, gonna slow down here, but just winging it, so I've no idea what I'm gonna write here. Not even sure I'll delight you, oh enemy of the past. Way long ago, and further, before then.
Ah yes, that's the ticket (who used to say that?) Probably one of the uglies, very few coinwords come from those who are attractive. What, I'm the only one to notice? So anyway, winging it, usually worth it.
Not this time, this time, going nowhere, and fast.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Calendar addiction
A, B, C's and seven day weeks, my bad. This is the "last week of summer vacation", whatever that's becoming in this "of course I'm sure" land. I could invent a thousand new lands a week, seems to capture it all properly, the perfect canvas for my hallucinations, oh wait, still hanging on to "imagination" until then.
Nobody wants to land squarely in hallucination land and look back with regret. Scariest ride there is, don't get on it even if broccoli-eating leprechauns insist it's like medicine. Dirty devils, you have no rotten idea. Left last week's postings filled up to the brim with "couldn't get any better than thees", and I meant it.
Got kidnapped by evening, totally destroyed every shred of certain happiness. Literally stepped into a self-made trap, got gobbled up by a troll, and then spit back out with the only idea being surrender. Worked though, it must've. Because I'm still alive, have gathered back most of my pieces, but holy shit, don't want to EVER go through that lack o'serenity again. Never, ever.
Oh my God did that suck, and no, I'm no wiser. But I survived it, walked through it like a champion (pronounce that in French), and I'm back. Again.
Nobody wants to land squarely in hallucination land and look back with regret. Scariest ride there is, don't get on it even if broccoli-eating leprechauns insist it's like medicine. Dirty devils, you have no rotten idea. Left last week's postings filled up to the brim with "couldn't get any better than thees", and I meant it.
Got kidnapped by evening, totally destroyed every shred of certain happiness. Literally stepped into a self-made trap, got gobbled up by a troll, and then spit back out with the only idea being surrender. Worked though, it must've. Because I'm still alive, have gathered back most of my pieces, but holy shit, don't want to EVER go through that lack o'serenity again. Never, ever.
Oh my God did that suck, and no, I'm no wiser. But I survived it, walked through it like a champion (pronounce that in French), and I'm back. Again.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A strong, steady heartbeat
Makes everything better when you can actually hear it, Wednesday didn't end up being so bad. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe that final reckoning for all I didn't cherish, all I never dared to take for granted any of those last times. Fear's not the worst sin in the world, it's the only way that finding your way becomes possible, makes you thankful for the deliverance and evermoreso devoted to grace.
This baby for example, it's about 13 weeks along, just guessing. It's extra special in my eyes, because this child was definitely created for an undeniable reason. Not that I know what it is. But, I do know that this baby is a witness to something extraordinary, maybe showed up just in time to see for its own self what it feels like to grow inside of a mother who's overflowing with so much delectable love on her insides.
Could be, maybe it's something else, but I like entertaining myself by thinking of it this way. I'd never hold back all the love I have, especially with a precious being eager to know what the world has in store for its future. Quite the dose I've given it so far, every range of emotion I'd never encountered or even considered. Life changes and hormones will do that to you, as will uncertainty about all things and the excavating I always seem to be prone to.
Good day overall, except for the lack of flow in my writing. I hate not being at the mercy of my muse whenever I feel it, that's the worst part. But it's strengthening me in other ways, ways that support the next stage of my journey...it may translate into better writing, if that's something I decide to even care about. Mostly now it's just the school year, my faithful walk into new territories, and digesting all I've chosen for my life so far.
This baby for example, it's about 13 weeks along, just guessing. It's extra special in my eyes, because this child was definitely created for an undeniable reason. Not that I know what it is. But, I do know that this baby is a witness to something extraordinary, maybe showed up just in time to see for its own self what it feels like to grow inside of a mother who's overflowing with so much delectable love on her insides.
Could be, maybe it's something else, but I like entertaining myself by thinking of it this way. I'd never hold back all the love I have, especially with a precious being eager to know what the world has in store for its future. Quite the dose I've given it so far, every range of emotion I'd never encountered or even considered. Life changes and hormones will do that to you, as will uncertainty about all things and the excavating I always seem to be prone to.
Good day overall, except for the lack of flow in my writing. I hate not being at the mercy of my muse whenever I feel it, that's the worst part. But it's strengthening me in other ways, ways that support the next stage of my journey...it may translate into better writing, if that's something I decide to even care about. Mostly now it's just the school year, my faithful walk into new territories, and digesting all I've chosen for my life so far.
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