November 29, 2012

November 26, 2012

Correspondence / 9

I enjoyed your meditations on autumn - new beginnings, yes, and butterflies. La de dah, la de dum - 'tis Autumn. The praying mantis is an elegant creature, a slender old parson. I wonder who had the bright idea of starting the new year in the middle of winter. It should start with the autumnal equinox, in my opinion.

The association you mentioned seems to have turned out to be a false karass - a granfaloon. They often do. But as you know I'm wary of kingdoms of any kind. Go in peace. 

You wrote: " I've come to realize that nothing has changed.  Nothing.  Halleluyah! Nothing has changed. I'm still the essence of who I was yesterday and the day before. Growing yes, learning- yes.  But my core, remains steadfast. I'm really blown away by this. I think this is true for all of us." I'm often aware that beyond my thoughts, beyond the passions and flux of my soul, there's a still, unchanging life that sees and knows. Call it the spirit. Or the will. Someone said that our senses are God's way of experiencing us. Like that.

I just received the Metropolitan Museum of Art Christmas catalog. What don't I want! I'll probably get a box of Christmas cards. This morning brought the first cool breeze of the year, windows open, socks on. I made a big pot of chili. Funny name for a hot dish.

November 25, 2012


I ran into a neighbor yesterday on my way out. I said to her "Don't mention to anybody what we talked about." She looked at me puzzled.
"What did we talk about?"
I looked at her admiringly.
"Oh, you're good." I said and walked away. Laughter followed.

November 23, 2012

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November 8, 2012

Blind sided

I was at Coconut Point mall, truckin’ along in my “chipotle” red All Stars high tops and heading to Starbucks for a double espresso. This blind girl, her guide dog, and her girlfriend are walking my way. They’re talking and laughing, pretty girls, both of them. As they approach, the blind girl looks down, looks up, and says “Fabulous sneakers!” If she wanted to blow my mind, she did.

“Thank you,” I beam.

“Your welcome,” she smiles back, while her girlfriend giggles.

It takes me a moment to realize that they had coordinated their game. But it was still a cool effect. I felt punked and praised at the same time. A bit of a flirt. True, the sneakers have a nice vibe. But perhaps not quite the extrasensory impact implied...

November 5, 2012

November 2, 2012