It was good to connect with an old friend today and have a long, deep talk again on things that really matter.  Things that very few others are interested in to any depth.  That very few other friends really grok.  I like having friends who can dive deep when needed, who stimulate my mind, with whom I can share synchronistic moments of realization during separate times of contemplation.  Having a brother on the Path is a sacred relationship to me. They act as teacher and student, as muse and artist, as we lift each other to higher levels of realization, along this shared journey of evolution of consciousness.

“Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt – marvelous error! – that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my past mistakes.”  ~ Antonio Machado

I’ve been messaging with a Facebook friend and were talking about local events.  I promised I wasn’t hitting on him and he joked “Shucks, I wish you were.”   I said, “Sweet man, I would tear you outa the frame.  Ain’t nobody got time for that.”  My FB friends are such good sports.

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In an “emergency” reading last night with a long standing client, he handed the phone to a friend of his who had a very exciting story to tell.  The story will hit the national news any day now.  It will be interesting to observe who has what spin on the matter, who will be promoting what viewpoint, and for what gain.  Sadly, I won’t write about it again until maybe years later when everything is public record.  Ah, yes, the waiting game.  Until then, the secret is safe with me. There is something very delicious about having a secret, knowing something that no one knows, and no one knows you know. Especially if it’s something that would give you a little edge up, some social cachet if it were known. I love secrets like that.  Continue reading →

Why in the middle of final layout week I felt the urge to take the paints out into the yard in this wind for several hours, I have no idea. And not the watercolors, mind you, no, the acrylics. I’ll share that one later, maybe.  Here’s a watercolor I did of Izzy in 2001, I made him a tiger.  This was the year after my hands got dinged in the car accident and my drawing/painting style became… um, simpler and more child like 🙂  I see here I had to use every color I had…  I haven’t had the acrylics out for over 2 years.  I need to set up the back office as the studio so I can keep the easels and supplies all set up.  It’s got the good light in there also.  Even more so if I knocked out that wall…

Whether you pushed me or pulled me, drained me or fueled me, loved me or left me, hurt me or helped me, you are part of my growth and no kidding, I thank you.