Our world is so similar to a kaleidoscope. We are looking and things are constantly changing, with moments of shape shifting dispersed between moments of clarity. Seeing the shapes seems to be the goal
Pleasure has taken a sinful tint, sometime in the past few centuries. Perhaps it has to do with the whole sinful movement to begin with, but I’m not here to preach to the preachers, I’m here
It’s said so often in many different ways.
It occurred to me this morning that each different way of saying something is like a different language. We can all essentially say the same things: I
I imagine casting a dry fly in a deserted, sandy, rock-banked creek.
The water is aquamarine but crystal clear. I cast a fiberglass rod, firmly and gently. My fly, a mayfly imitation, lands delicately
What is it about revelations that are so powerful, so attractive?
I love them. They are literally a part of my day, every day, because I choose so. I enjoy the moment, the a-ha of a discovery.
Do you ever think of others’ thoughts of you?
There is little more debilitating than the fear of sincerity based on imagination. What’s funny is the incredible power in just the opposite,
There is a hole in a wall that has always been
like a log underwater where a fish lives
it’s always been and always will
He can swim through the darkness or not
Does a fish know he swims in water?