truth seeking

yesterday, I said I was waiting for the truth on the page……

today I am more comfortable with the waiting….and of course, things now are flowing more easily…

keeping beauty close….like this soul-calling space…

loving the rain today…..drawn into a dream world….

thoughts as I write about my unique experience in this world…

every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world’s phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man’s story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross…………

I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams — like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves…………. Herman Hesse…..Demian

Settling into this spark, this knowing, this twinkle of freshness…..the seeking which yes, can be the stuff of ‘madness & dreams,’ but is of course the fuel for a path which is rich, deeper in shadows, & deliberate in reverence.

Listening to my ‘blood teachings’….Thanks H. H…..