Little packets of possibility, available in paper pouches, carried by animal couriers, winds, waters of chance, landing on fertile purchase or not, like her small musings, wafting through cyberspace looking to hook up with partners who dance to similar tunes, who brighten their existence with possibilities she could never imagine. With little more than trust and hope she gladly fills her hours in this endeavor.
are lost and found, soft or hard, borders between objects in art as on The Way. And they are particularly interesting places to hang out. Not safe and secure like in the middle but wild, complex, sometimes disturbing and off-putting, intriguing and unpredictable. Mira notices that she takes on these traits as she spends time on the fringe …. feeding the addiction.
Moving far enough into an edge led her right into the space between, a sort of interstellar nothingness that sizzles with potential. Definitely no map here. Is it even territory? No matter, it’s a compelling place to visit on a dreary afternoon. A cup of milky tea is particularly fine afterwards.
Ah, beauty of transience and imperfection - trust those ancient Japanese Buddhists to bust this one out. The indescribable way of relating to things that brings respectful silence in the face of …. what? - reverence for the simplicity that presents itself as itself.
Sometimes on The Way ideas and possibilities present themselves in rapid succession often during rambles in forests and marshes. There is no way to complete all of the schemes that arise. Her daughter notes that most of her ideas have a lifespan of less than 72 hours.
This sounds irresponsible but really it is good news. The persistent little puppy possibilities paw at her until they take hold and become part of the repertoire while the others fade into memory mist.
And there are those times when everything wants into a life, all at once, in a busy jumble of activity, scrambling into the frame. What to do in the face of this? Invite them in, she juxtasupposes, introduce them to each other and see what happens. Sometimes you just have to take a seat and let the day unravel.
Join frog choir orchestration
night time sound collage
She noticed that the more she gave away, the more grateful she felt which sounds sappy, yet there it is, truth bumping against her so that she wants to holler, “Do you know how lucky we are, do you have any idea? Just look at this amazing day for a start!” She doesn’t do that, being the dusty little geode that she is, but those sparkles are dancing which makes her feel as if the world is made of blessings.