TURQUOISE BEE

all things counter, original, spare, strange; whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) with swift, slow, sweet, sour; adazzle, dim

turquoise - a mineral, hydrous phosphate of copper and aluminium

turquoise - a hydrous phosphate mineral of copper and aluminium Cu Al₆(PO₄)₄(OH)₈·4H₂O

I learned to look at hands, which I'd never looked at before...and I learned also that shadows are not black but coloured

Friday, January 28, 2011

the accounting:

wt room x4, bc x4, 1 90minute spin, 1 60minute spin, 6m run, snowbird x3

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Ennead I, Sixth Tractate, Plotinus

The same bodies appear sometimes beautiful, sometimes not; so that there is a good deal between being body and being beautiful.

Bees carry an electrostatic charge.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength

wabi-sabi

flawed beauty,

wisdom in natural simplicity,

patina, wear,

understated elegance

nothing lasts

nothing is finished

nothing is perfect

"What is real?" asked the Rabbit...

"Real isn't how you are made." said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you..."

"It doesn't happen all at once...it takes a long time. Generally by the time you are Real, most of the hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby."

until out of merely not nothing comes only one snowflake (and we speak our names

but winter's not forever, even snow melts; and if spring should spoil the game, what then?

My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light.

As a dare-gale skylark

Scanted in a dull cage

Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house.

So I raise my cup to the bright moon and to my shadow, which makes us three, but the moon won't drink and my shadow just creeps about my heels

blue gem

Red Mountain

Pilot Mountain

This mud-body is clear epiphany

lily:

out of water...

out of itself

the honey bee is a symbol of immortality and resurrection

Man is spirit (and all spirit is matter, more refined and pure than mortal element. There is no such thing as immaterial matter). The elements are eternal, and spirit and element, inseparably connected, receive a fulness of joy.

thy unimaginable wings, where dwells the breath of all persisting stars

Zuni bird fetish

"My heart in hiding stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of the thing"

Hopkins, Windhover

Free Parking
just seventeen syllables
MAGNIFICENT MADNESS
Photo Scrooge
skinny
supervising from the couch
The Stringham Adventure
You Make Me Smile

"you climb a mountain to be able to look over the whole situation, not bound by one side or the other"

thich nhat hanh

laughing is just another way of showing people you are wise

Unbeing dead isn't being alive

We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.

Utah Variscite

I BEQUEATH MYSELF TO THE DIRT TO GROW FROM THE GRASS I LOVE, IF YOU WANT ME LOOK FOR ME UNDER YOUR BOOT-SOLES.

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