The summer teachers
Following this loose, unfurling structure of a self(soul)-directed masters, I’ve given myself a “summer break” by tasting the sun-soaked madeleine of school-age youth, the familiar stretch and restless boredom of it.
a spider’s weaving
When she crawls under her bed, she finds a dusty sticker collection and an ancient well.
Fragments of Whole Time
“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
The Strange Soulfulness of Presence
Disclaimer: It was the worm moon over the weekend, and as per usual, I notice the lunar cycles tracking with the “too-muchness” of the intensity I’ve been holding – the subtlety of which seems to be diminished by words in ways that feel both profound and vaguely irritating.
Making and Leaving the Sanctuary
“What remains of the dream of human autonomy once the subject has experienced itself as a penetrable hollow body?
Alien Mutation
I feel weird right now. I’ve been bouncing between different frequencies of vibrational intensity, that shake and move me.
the soul
“It is as if consciousness rests upon a self-sustaining and imagining substrate – an inner place or deeper person or ongoing presence – that is simply there even when all our subjectivity, ego, and consciousness go into eclipse.
Pointy Poetics
Pointy Poetics: A House for Emergent Terms “I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
The Lighting of Fugitive Souls
In these fluid times, the soul has changed location: it is neither within…where our religious traditions mostly situated it nor without, among the wondrous and presumably determined order of the material world, where the natural philosophers hid it.
loosening my fingers around abundance
I’m in a love affair with life right now and she’s giving me an abundance to muse upon.