I feel the hand of AI getting closer. How can it be a hand, you say? I just read an article where AI was used for analysis because of its soi-disant distance from human interference. Take that AI. Two languages. Really? Because I see the hand of those who take oppression so for granted, it … Continue reading A New Religion
A preamble to decision making ahead of the lunar eclipse.Prose/poetry/tide/ebb/flow/boundaries/borders They are starting to be dangerously far removed from the world. Them. The people rushing around, removed from seasons, times, trees, and bogs, rivers and lakes. They bring their baggage to the ocean, and pick up the shells of the dead to remember they’ve been … Continue reading Don’t. Or do. Your Choice.
Upbeat: cheerful, optimistic Downbeat: pessimistic, gloomy - in music, an accented beat, usually the first of the bar For various reasons, I’m going to start a series of “things” that are upbeat. Things - I do love abstract, blank words - but what else to call them? Articles? Thoughts? I read a piece - there’s … Continue reading Upbeat
September. And suddenly, everyone is posting pictures of pumpkins and orange leaves. Here it's about 83 degree fahrenheit and 80 percent humidity. Not feeling the pumpkin vibes quite yet. The air and the sky hint at autumn; more silence, more distance. The jays are crying from the trees. I always associate their call, the flashes … Continue reading Turning into a Pumpkin
By the time one has updated, downloaded, found the batteries, checked the Bluetooth settings, updated again, restarted, and then made a much needed coffee – it’s a wonder anyone – me – has time or energy or thought left to say anything at all. Sometimes I think that’s the point. Tire everyone out with meaninglessness … Continue reading Panic and Sanctuary Part One
You can see the thin hallow hollow moon hanging in the distance. A distant smile, a white light reflection, at the beginning of fasting, at the beginning of another moon cycle. You expect to know nothing? Something. But nature reminds you, with the trees bending in the spring wind, that one branch hovering over the … Continue reading Yellow Line Flood
I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams … Continue reading Feed the Birds
Another holiday. It’s been a long time since the last blog post. Is that even what they are called anymore? Time seems to have changed again since the new year. New Year! A few years ago, I mean weeks, we celebrated. Then the wheel turned, and we were thrown into the everyday. January lasted for … Continue reading Plastic Rosary
Good morning from a small town by the ocean. Hazel update - she is still fighting hard. I'm thinking about our walks by the ocean, her happy smile, and how much she loves her little family.Thank you to everyone who has donated. It means so much. Please click here to help and read about her. … Continue reading Help Hazel
Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
