MUSINGS

Of the life and the work. Of the survival, sometimes under unexpected umbrellas. Of how close and how real and how far it goes towards being the same - or a re-enactment of something happening to make it happen. Of more than one time doing it and of being well fed under the strain. Of a way of bringing others into the wave of its motion and sifting through the variations of discovery.  Voices filter through the saturation of stimulation, demonstrating ways. Impulses and frightened necessities curl out. Self-importance is replaced by only a fleeting crumbling need to occasionally demonstrate, seeking a rather oblique angle with warm reminders.  There are chemical surges in the system that are ongoing in regularity and intensity; the playing out of emotions.  Like furtive poltergeists, they inhabit head and guts, even crawling up the spine, digging into the shoulder blades with an arresting dynamic that isn't observed in the usual run of choices, requesting the observer to take a look which might have the affect of changing thought, bringing into focus some aspect of living that unites body and mind with feeling, a task of recognition and development, of communication and epiphany, of ritual and realization. I give myself over to choices that illuminate life.