In any moment The sum of it – expressed, does fine But were the whole of it Present Known Accounted for. There is not one who would come along To such an eclectic mix of opposing views as mine. Ultimate freedom Total responsibility The depth and breadth of it. Take no prisoners Leave everyone whole As if you had that choice, ever. As if they were whole when you found them. Nonetheless, you move through it all as openly as honestly as it is possible to be.

The idea formed, complete. As if it stood there, before me, whole. No part was missing. How to express and where. What it would mean and why. There was no part of it unassembled, unanswered, unknown. And then…  unraveled. Like so much spun cloth on a wheel. no longer together. As I tried To put it back together again. So much silk thread loose in the world. How do you help anyone understand what is before them When they cannot see it? How do you help anyone see what is, by virtue of their camouflage world, invisible to them? And if you can does it matter? Or is it beyond…

I’ve stood on the shores of time and watched as the waves rolled in one behind another. Over a lifetime, I’ve seen the ebb and flow. The come and go. Watched language turn in and back on itself Through vortices of ideals, theory and rhetoric Bemused, I find myself tonight contemplating the phrase “We are a Nation of laws.” Oh How that meaning’s changed! From right wing radical to progressive idealist Spinning like a top through the hours days years Until we find ourselves… Here! Where it seems, no law has quite the power enough to do what it is needs doing.

They dealt the cards around the table Each to each, as it was. I picked up my “curses”, “monsters”, “classes” and “species” grasping at the play of the game… and wondered what it was I was to do With this odd assortment of clerics, cheats, wizards and blessings… Observing, as Tom and Malcolm drew me in In to strategy and tactic almost before I understood – character and motive; I fumbled and made a valiant attempt To learn, incorporate integrate and inter act in something so new I was spellbound, and inept. I know this purely because, when at last I managed to solicit some help – as was expected…

There is a power object in my living room. It is unassuming enough – Soft patterned muted tones in wide blended strips browns and soft beiges Folded neatly. Set upon the upper left arm of the couch. It eminates People and animals are drawn to it… They nuzzle it – draw it up around them- Yet, for all this interaction from people to pets and back again it retains It’s own particular scent which never changes It’s own particular feel which never alters It’s own particular specific essence of soothing well being It landed in my hands when my brother tossed it to me and said “then thee take this…

The wind is up – and the spirits and whisperings of the past are up with them – ‘everybody’s talking’ as they say… Wind is up and there isn’t any question what direction it is blowing – no ones asking – ocean’s playing – wind is up. For a few days now – wind is up – One night the sparks were flyin’ – a shimmer of star like streaming into the ocean atmosphere – rising up off the lines and humming – a veritable singing – up into the darkness – out of here – we called the local power crew and they came and investigated – and mitigated…

Bliss time in Momland is Thomas home for a visit We walk the dogs on the streets along the coast Watch the sunset and waves below He teaches me West African history back to the Moors and the 15th century as we walk and I Stand in awe and wonder At our becomingness. I like watching how he moves. the motion of his walk beside me and the motion of his mind – carrying me on new journys I feel sometimes as if I am carried on a wave of such larger intention it is almost enough, just to watch.