...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D Thoreau

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -
T. S. Eliot

2.11.15



















Having a cryptomnesia moment: 

I can always find fault with a decision I make, because every quandary starts off with many angles. Outcome and go - and over time the woven memories of cause and effect have proven to be a graceful acceptance of it all. 

Even dystopian fiction has a very bright future.

The fullness is often overwhelming ... life coming and leaving in a myriad of ways. The drifting, shifting, meandering and forcing of it all.  And here I am … sitting and making marks on a piece of paper ... listening to what they say between the lines and in the shifting of colors. Making  meaning out of my sometime random and racing imagination. Finding solace in the fact that after thinking out all the scenarios I can possibly come up with, I then remember; what WILL happen is something I had not even thought of.

With all of the time that has been and will be I find it strange that we are anything anywhere at any time. Synchronicity trips along the path and we call it dancing.

The dance goes on.



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