Book

Yes. A great word when it needs to escape the vocal structure of your sunrise.

And then, while wandering around D&R, you see your little book, the experimental temperamental opus libre on the bottom shelf so you pull it out and make an image with the ever present Leica D-Lux 3. It's about exposure. Evidence of the publishing circulation system, or, simply said, a small miracle. Papyrus between cardboard.

The Chinese girl looks lost and bewildered. "What am I doing here in Asia Minor?" she wonders.

"How did I end up on the cover of a book written by a blind man?"

Seed

You find a seed shop, plants, flowers and a one-eyed cat begging to be scratched.

Winter snow coats golden domes, spires and mosques.

Seeing through peacock feathers, two children make & throw snowballs below a sliver of blue laughing moon

a sky bird song

cold dawn, clear light

winter shadow

big snowfall - white flurrries obscure peaks 

bamboo refraction in water.

Existence

What did a philosopher say? "Existence precedes essence." 

You shuffle life's zen cards and spread them out.

1. Existence - here and now. Lift off.

2. Adventure - resistance and fear?

3. Playfulness - response

4. Awareness - intuition and support

5. The Rebel - intelligent action

6. Thunderbolt - relaxation and acceptance

7. Sorrow - arrival at a new level of awareness

Zen Diamond Bowling

You will be happy to know the Zen Diamond company is near the Cosmic Magic Bowling alley. No lie butterfly.

So, you set up your cosmic pins made of diamond dust and roll the dice, I mean roll the heavy orb of planet Earth along a wooden incline inside a spiral galaxy. Strike!

The diamonds explode into a sky wearing a full moon. The healing energies manifest themselves into wisps of sage cleansing a small room where a sick person once lived. He suffered greatly and we won't go into his neural nervous neuron condition here except to say he was ill. So we saged past schizophrenic lives away, out of the room opening winter windows allowing full moon light to mix with embers from a Kiva ceremony.

We have serenity, sanctuary and simplicity evolving into new space place, teaching, - learning, helping others realize their language potentials, while spashing ink on paper. This gentle kind transition welcomes peacock feathers, mountain visions, snow, clouds and elevations.

We enjoy Snow White blizzards cascading from a bright blue sky.

Have bamboo will travel

Well, it's time for me to open the little Moleskine and share some musings. A work of art is never finished. It is abandoned.

Once upon a time last week to be exact a traveller went to the main bus station in city A. Sticking out of his worn green satchel was a single bamboo. It was green with a fine strong shoot near the top. It's root structure was in the early stages of escaping from the base.

Anyway, he was taking the bamboo to city B, his new home. It was important, having given away bamboo, roses, ferns, cactus and flowering life to friends in city A to carry one along with him. Now, the normal idea of taking the bamboo was really about beauty and nature and companionship. He'd nurtured bamboo, roses, palms, violets and growing species for the last six months after moving to A from China.

Before leaving the Middle Kingdom for the country of Turnkey he gifted twenty plants to Chinese teachers and friends. People who'd be staying. Naturally, he was leaving - he was continuing his wandering ways, his adventure. So it goes.

Obviously, people in the bus station stared at this vision of a man carrying bamboo. This sense of green life, growing amazing beauty allowed and created a magic feeling to permeate their being. Maybe it gave them some comfort.

He got on the bus, took seat 16 and propped the bamboo into the meshed seat container so it could rest against the window in the light.

They travelled west together for six hours. They passed snow fields where brown thick feathered hawks waited, then passed astonishing silver-white trees on a hill sparkling in light wearing crystal-like diamonds back lit against a clear blue sky. It was a scene of mysterious clear magic - all the white and blue!

After the winter they continued through steep mountain valleys into landscapes without snow, like autumn. One leaves seasons, the winter becomes fall in reverse; green moss, fields of fruit trees, a farmer plowing soil - "Ah," whispered spring - "I am coming, I am ready for the turning. I feel tires and weight and blades in my furrows..."

Then the pure joy of seeing distant mountains with silent snow peaks, where we will live. They are high and rolling as late afternoon light plays with red wispy cumulus clouds. They easily remind him of the Colorado Rockies and more recently the Himalayas in Tibet.

The bamboo is happy in it's new home where it can grow free.