Welcome, Weary Travelers

Time passes, everything changes. Be the change we want to see. Seeing is believing. Believing is creating. I create here, and though I may have some kind of intent at times, (usually indulging in my desire to ease suffering and to enlighten, (according to my sometimes hilariously unenlightened perspective, in retrospect)) the truth is, either it flows out, or it doesn’t.

I have had deserts of years, sometimes a decade or more at a time.

Someone once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.            — Mary Oliver

At other times, like now, a crash of raging rivers of flow through me, too much content to capture, and I can’t contain it. Whatever my form is able to put into writing, it is a fraction of what is coming through.

It’s hard to have such an intense architecture. So if you see stupidity, cut me some slack. Otherwise, enjoy.