I like the meaning within the singing rhythm of your last sentence(beginning at 'connections')

   it is fascinating to know more about moon flowers

   this has been my first day off in 8 straight and I worked the whole day to catch up on tasks

 and errands(including laundry) thus it was more effort and labour...!

 ( I need to make my bed of soil fertile and root in it...

   aaa and please don't accuse me this moment of having a 'crum of wit!!!)

  thanks for your comment

  (I aims to buy me a decent camera and really convey what I am seeing!!!)

Onto a palette from the tube sqeeze a dab of analysis and a dab of romanticism. Intersperse strokes of each on the face of a canvas and Viola! I hear music. Listen. Do you here it? There! Their!

If I were to die immediately upon hearing these words spoken, the light into which I would be walking would be all the brighter for the inner glow your words inspire in me.

You have found in these words the equivalence for the beauty, hope, and focal transience that so often inspire your writing. Click! The moment is yours.

 that was...I recommend(etc)

 (I am sufficiently boiling away here in NYC and the fan is on its highest setting thus creating a

 time warp/vacuum illusion...)

 I wrote a little piano ditty a few months back which dealt with transmutation as the means I use

 for higher travel...

 I know I will have to get to travelling soon else I'll never feel fulfilled

 (guess this is why I tolerate the city

  knowing I can always access so many worldy tongues)

  anyroad I am prattling on here without mercy so I shall here-in cork this sucker and bid yeh adieu!!!)

 I wouldn't attempt to speak for you or assume how you feel about things, but I know that in certain

social situations I get  enervated or sus my energy is not deeply intuited to the process...

(in an involution with proximate others)

words have some strict limitations and only go so far as acute expressions

 but forgetting myself and sincere prayer (before courageous action) always brings a pleasant and

 positive outcome. can a recommend a shark toothed pedicab as 'transmutation'!!!)

oops ...I meant Dob!

 this one is quite evocative and vocation is where I am bound and wish to set masts for

 yep love has many facets which is why I deem epics of such as intimate adventures

trusting another enough thay you let them so close they can challenge you by chafe and

abrasion...because any other will always do but I am a novice as much nascent in matters

 of love...(and pretty dang exhausted frome pedicabbing 6 hours for a whopping 45 bucks!

 and oh how my bod dragged and creaked and forbode!!!)

I can relate very well with all these quotes and especially the one from your entry previous...

 I struggle with the hypes of big dreams and want the highest life's means but responsibilty as

 a human being has come late in life for me thus the pain of wanting to create is often a driving

force to make(and I suppose to redeem what is ineffable or repressed yet needs its objective

 space to breathe and gain its own life, without(the big head of) me!!!)

 please...   keep on making with less thinking about who, why or what!!!

I want salsa and a cold brew too!

    yeah most often I consider your enty's title as if a book from the Old Testament and spend needless

hours cringing a necessary imminence of hitting the streets to replenish dwindling funds...

  it is especially diifficult when having to hustle and thus ignite the process by will!!!

  last week I did indeed feel like Job hisself and needed to get back to the hull of creation...

  still it is very true what Nightlistener said (which means to me): resistance helps us tone

 our muscles for determination which invariably leads to redetermining our struggle but never

 being defeated or retreating!!!

  and yes indeed the company we keep is key to maintaining the caliber of our evolution...

  I hope you derive all the energy you need !!!

Ultimately this is a statement of gratitude for balance rather than a complaint. You rock! You remind us that creativity in life requires a degree of tension--by which I mean conflicts between desires that require real life choices. Creativity pulses through your writing. Whatever your struggles, you manage to keep your creativity alive and significant, and in that way you continue to inspire us.

 and also my editing skills have gone amiss in the comment previous but I have faith you'll deduce

 the sixth finger of my webbed erudiition!

 I am happy that you used the quote as my greatest desire is to impart some value so I thank you for

 catalyzing this sharing process!!!(as it was your entry and words that inspired it!!!)

 as far as the venn diagram is concerned I admit my ignorance of just what such a thing is but

 I do know what a mandala is as I chant in front of one called a Gohonzon

 (still freaks me out, the idea of to revering a thing but I appreciate its symbolic affirmation that it

signfies which due to it being kept in an inviolable place(to my understanding it intimates):

our hearts should never ever, ever be desecrated!

(and in turn, nor should we ever desecrate the heart of another, but of course!!!)

   I also must admit that this last waxing day slipped by me due to being subsumed by the hustle!

 (hope you were able to fully immerse of it!!!)

in order to find the unfamiliar on a path that is usually tread I employ and often, extend(or deviate

slightly from) a rote...and the goal is in discovering its distinctions else some aspect that my sensibility

deems exotic...

 I have walking rotes and biking rotes and the trick is to make them long enough to bear the

 possibility of diversity and yet not so long as to wear me out as I make tracks.

 by the way, if you saw my librarian methods you'd consider your own finely evolved as I sometimes

 maintain my eruditions by whatever spills randomly to the floor...I'll never understand how humans

can develop very narrow expertise on specialized subjects...I always search for a lost link of empathy

 in words...and share a similar love and fascination with them to the one you mention above!!!

 I am reading a companion book to the one I gave my friend, by Hazrat Inayat Khan called

 The Mysticism of Sound and Music...it tends to repeat its themes which is good for me as I

 am the sort that needs constant reiteration and repetition to make concepts and ideas

 assimilate within my daily experiences...

 I hope you find the book that settles you into a redeeming few hours of timelessness!!!

Boomer!? You must have heard one of my farts all the way where you are. Pardon me.

 I feel you on this and your previous entry

 I think a cadence of solitary refinement is essential for each of us

 I too often assume I am a loner but what I think it means is I don't

 find enough symbiotic circumstances in which I can ply my best efforts with those

 of others...it is the greatest joy of all to be fulfilled mutually and if a situation

 denies the opportunity due to limited capacities, open-ness, etc etc I'd rather be

 doing what I do at full tilt. Relationships are one of life's greatest and most exasperating

 challenges!!!

 P.S.-I have no idea if you were one of those that prayed but I made 100 bucks in tips

 and spent 25 in fruit shakes!!!! Thanks for the affirmative note regarding this!!!

 I was also able to buy my friend Richie a book for his birthday

 a simple Sufi tome called 'The Music of Life'' by Hazrat Inayat Khan.

 welp today will be 11 hours so I best be dousing these limbs with warm water and soap.

 Enjoy these lovely waxing days whilst ye canst!!!

·       In the beginning, we are in sync in the same place:

·       communicating,

·       collaborating, and

·       understanding what little things to take for granted and

·       [understanding] what big or little things   not to take for granted most of the time;

·       enjoying the differences or,

·       if not enjoying the differences, working to make the differences not so complicated.

·       Somewhere in the middle, we are together in the same place doing different things.

·       Enter third parties

·       and things fall apart;

·       we end up doing the same things in different places   together…

·       dysfunctional relationships

·       (how did   I    let this happen?

·       Not by myself, I’ve discovered!)

·       Trying to get back to the beginning,

·       minus third parties,

·       examining the beginning,

·       surveying the events in the middle that made room for third parties,

·       realizing that there will now always be    a different spin on the communication, collaboration, etc.

·       because the basic formula from the beginning hasn’t changed.

·       Despite a lot of good history, the charming just isn't any more;

·       negatives aren’t easily overlooked.

·       I wonder if, through my choices,

·       I am meant to be alone.

·       Would that bring more contentment and creativity than when I’m attempting to please someone else?

·       I’m a bit of a loner

·       anyway. 

·       Sometimes I really dislike that about myself    because

·       I do feel lonely     at times     but

·       often I like the freedom

·       when I can get it!

my attitude is always to live where you are and not defer life to the internet which is I why I never

 expect much because if ever I wrote to impress another I'd develop sickness!!!!

  you do what you must and enjoy what you choose to and may notice there is  no

 equivalent 'cork'

 that can cede my fingers which frenetically type indulgent, fervors!!!!

 I sometimes forget how to exit a comment without coming across like a buffoon else

 causing its reader to fantasize telepathic methods of zap punishment!

 it's all good

 each of us has an angle on what thrills

 I always like to challenge myself by attempting to capture experience thru the writ

 sometimes as well I feel incapable of leaving succinct comments

 but thank you for yours and bearing abit of mine through!

   all I knew about glazes previous to reading this entry consisted of the present condition of my

 eyes...  yes my eyes do indeed glaze over after riding a large tricycle on these densely populated urban

 streets...but one must always stretch and strain in order to

 learn and... Brooklyn Red sounds remotely familiar as I used to say 'she was the Mother

 of my soul*(and can be seen wearing a gaping blue gospel dress...which was nothing but the

 sky above Flatbush or perhaps Fort Greene...*Brooklyn is one my faves!!!)

 I will blatantly assume you reference terms of Pottery???

 It gives me a boost to read about your creative soul in progress, I am sure you must attain

 heaps and heaps of joy from it as well whatever other rewards you reap!

 (and Rumi is a good one to read concerning deeper aspects of ecstasies!!!)

I enjoy your creative thinking and motivations. Because of the nature of what you do and how you write, I'm sure you know what follows better than I do, but you made me want to review the left brain/right brain concepts I used to think about so much in my teaching days. I remember that with drawing blind contours I would get lost in concentrating on the direction of the flow, the twists and turns to the point where subject matter was all the same.

LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe

RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
"big picture" oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can "get it" (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking

Source: http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,22556281-661,00.html 

  great quote from an amazing soul!!!

 I think you do well with stream of consciousness writing and I empathize with your insights

 concerning the transcendent aspects of winged creatures and what we often wish we could

 escape by simply flying above it(I think I've developed a mastery on the subject)

 a good friend once pointed out that

 if you cannot evade or escape your circumstance and context then it is best

 to discover freedoms within its confines

 (not an easy or very often, pleasant task but sincere gratitude is a great help)

 the image of being grounded while death is issued from above does strike me as

 terrifying also...

   thanks for evoking these key points!!!

Thanks for testing, NL! I tried it both ways... in the next entry, I copied and pasted paragraph by paragraph, fixed the word wrap chopped sentences and it was ok. When I copied and pasted from Word in this particular entry, it brought that big empty header which wasn't visible until I saved the entry. In trying to edit, it wouldn't allow me to delete the heading area or even see it in editing mode... only the space between later paragraphs... computers... gotta love them but they drive me nuts here and at work!

Two things about the above entry:

1. I don't like to write and edit in this window for anything more than a few lines... my brain needs to edit to come closer to the visuals running around in my head, so I've used Word and their low end cousin note pad, which is meant to write html code... neither of them want to give up white space so I have to fiddle around with it when I paste here.

2. I can't find a way to edit the white space at the top of the entry and it's driving me a bit crazy looking at it. If anyone has a fix for controlling this, I'd appreciate the assistance!

White tea bath milk? Yes, thanks. Know anyone who'd like a barely used bottle of Cashmere Soft Soap?

You take me back to my early twenties when the wide world was still new. You remind me of my own excitement at seeing a book of microimages of nature and of geophysical formations on the surface of the earth. I was pouring paint on canvas in a variety of ways and lifting the canvases to let the paint run, merge, overflow in an attempt to replicate effects of gravity on molten rock, air currents, and flowing water. I've lost that excitement for the most part. I've grown old mentally. Hearing you speak with that freshness of vision and passion for discovery brings back to me part of myself.

Your photos are outstanding as your titles are thought provoking. RYN ("Regarding your note"--to be sure we're on the same page) I believe your mention of "Where's Waldo" are in reference to your photos which I hadn't seen until after your note to me.

FYI Coincidentally there is an MDD diary which I created under a pseudonym of "Waldo" back from 2001-2003 as though from the perspective of THAT Waldo. I still enjoy revisiting it from time to time.

Hey Sempre!

I am very much enjoying your diary. Each entry transports me somewhere, and yet remains very rooted in a mind that seeks knowledge and truth.

RYN: Yes, I taught primarily art in high school and junior high for fifteen years. As of now I've been out of teaching longer than I was in teaching. Now I consider myself my own teacher. I hope it's not true, to paraphrase attorneys, that only a fool would be his own teacher.

I am truly grateful to you for starting a diary at MDD. You touch many of my interests and open up many parts of myself that have gotten pushed to the background by more recent experiences in my life. Your insights and mindful explorations cut right through to where I feel I'm at.

Yesterday, on your recommendation, I was able to obtain a library copy of "Learning from the Heart," your portrayal of which I found tremendously inspiring. I will begin to read it this morning.

Although your diary is only five entries long, I beg you to hang around and keep it going. I'm about to be in bed for eight weeks following knee surgery next week (minor surgery, but I won't be able to put pressure on my leg for that long to allow proper healing). I don't want to be a burden to you, but your writing takes me to places where I want to go. I assure you you'll have a faithful audience. Thanks.

We can't control others. Regarding trust, the only thing we can do is to attempt to be worthy of trust ourselves, and by so doing to set an example for others as well as to define for others how we wish to be treated. If we are fortunate to find someone trying to do the same, over time we learn to trust. If we find that we are betrayed, we learn to distrust. In such cases to be assertive means to say--you have earned my distrust. If you wish for me to trust you, you have to prove you are worthy of that trust by consistently behaving in a trustworthy manner.

When we are young, the disappointment of betrayal is a shock to our sense of  expectation based on a desire to trust. Too much betrayal and we become cynical. To trust again, we need to work our way back by trial and error until we find someone we can trust. It's hard to live with self doubt and harder still to acknowledge that when we gave, we did not receive in kind. Sometimes we think we have mutual trust with another, but not everyone is ready to trust. As difficult it is to let go of someone we love who cannot be trusted, sometimes that is what we must do to ultimately get what we want in life with someone else.

You are right, however, that human emotion can make resolution difficult. Fortunately time and new experience are on our side, and if we work to grow and to find others who have grown, the pleasure of being with someone new who helps us to fulfill ourselves goes a long way toward healing.

Thanks for your kind words and generous outlook in your comment in my diary. Your last paragraph above could somewhat describe my outlook too.