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Sometimes When It Seems As Though I Don’t Have Much to Say
it is because I have too much to say. I am thinking about many things, deeply and all at once. When I write in my journal, unexpected thoughts emerge from some depths. At this stage, the thoughts are for myself. Then some might be for sharing with the friend or colleague who would be interested in engaging in the dialogue that could follow from the idea.
Later, one thought path will capture me enough to invite me to follow though with it–to get down the words, to refine, to research, to read, to confirm, to affirm, to polish.
The neighborhood is full of churches and temples and other places of devotion. Sometimes I look at them more closely than others.
Sign outside the “Religious Family of the Incarnate Word” Visit to Storm King With a Friend
Mark Dion, “The Field Station of the Melancholy Field Biologist, Storm King Art Center
Found Exhortation
I’ve never really been quite sure what this is supposed to mean, how to do it, or for what purpose.
Among other things, as a practitioner of moderation, it does not seem good to have a goal of getting higher and higher or to vibrate faster and faster.
