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If I could

I would. 

Via. 

not necessarily the light...

Feeling very calm today. I want to keep it for awhile, add up all the small things that moved me here, to rest if only for a moment. Perhaps it was this torte. Or this cake that indeed wins hearts and minds... and settled mine, and revealed a remembered sweet tooth. Perhaps it was an unexpected visit that took us to lunch here. And a mild, bright day where wandering produced contentment, simply. Or reconnecting with a friend and professor, who recently finished a book and never fails to bolster the present Self with her certainty in future possibility. 

Like

Life gets better, the older you get. It really does. 

All of this, perhaps, but not for sure and not necessary to reach such a state-of-mind. Only a shift in consciousness, only a widened vision, only some perspective. 

It has been days, now, since I was so moved as to fill this space with spirited effusions not satiated by telling those present around me. 

First two photos my own; third photo via here; fourth photo via here. 

a case for creating, regardless

"Scenario work shows that the future is usually a combination off all the stories you can construct to anticipate it." 

... Joel Garreau

Just a little something gleaned from studying on an otherwise dreary and bright Monday morning while trudging through ideas I wish I had more time and space to explore. 

Someday.

Soon.

Even though I should be doing so now.

Or maybe we are 

always

without realizing it.

Yes, I think so.

"One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon--instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside of our windows today."

... Dale Carnegie 

So

"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings."

... Victor Hugo

my kind of weather service.

Today

Tomorrow

For wherever you are

And wherever you want to be

That is not off the predetermined

List

Of desired cities

theory

Thinking again about the optimism of existentialism. Of the Saphir-Whorf hypothesis, of systems theory. 

And about transitions, the distinctly muddy spaces of the in-between, filled with change and pain and death of once cultural figures and  re-framing of the self in a certain context. 

Like the salon culture of the Enlightenment, moving people to cultivate their individuality. 

Away from hierarchy of the royal few. 

Coinciding with the death of Madame de Pompadour. 

And welcoming the day-to-day--the artistic possibility of apple placed by human hand on simple platter on thick, worn, wood table.

I wonder what she would think now, of this life. 

...

In my communication theory course this spring I have a particularly vibrant professor who would rather the cognizant beings before her be called 'scholars in residence' than 'students.'

 Exiting this primary foray into academia, I'm simultaneously pushed away by such forces and pulled by those on the other side of sidewalk fissures operating as boundary between theory and practice. Though perhaps it shouldn't be so, this boundary. 

The lithograph, Escher's Bond of Union, was dramatically and proudly unveiled as encapsulating this professor's--or rather, scholar's-- theory of communication. 

Very, very apt.

 

gpoyw.

In a fit of nostalgia for backs against sunny floors next to sprawled records, one finding its home on a turntable, eyes lazily gaze on ceiling or wall, nothing in particular but wandering mind. 

This would be a lovely wednesday, indeed.