After the appalled derisions With which we watched The Decider’s decisions, At last this year we surface from the Sea of Fear Utterly playful again, like besotted otters; “Hoppy Holidays, as a frog might say,” I scribble daffily, Drunk sans liquor with glee,

                                            ask, andy goldsworthy

Ah, ahhh, we can tell stupid jokes again, verily.    more »

My dear Colin Wilson, a brilliant surveyor of human possibility, often speaks of the exhilarating ‘hawk’s eye view’ which liberates us to our purposeful strengths. For myself, I have settled upon the Lapidary View. I like to treat everything as if it were a jewel. Or rather more shockedly, sudden, surprised – everything as geode.

                                                         americanheirlooms

The first time I saw a geode, I fainted. The idea that in that apparently dreary rock gleamed this staggering dazzle of crystals like a cave a wizard must live in goaded my heart and brain to permanent agog. I knew at once that the geode was one of these ravishing runes the multiverse loves to spring on you. “Dja get it? Did you get it?” Well, it’d be tough to miss the delectable pagan message of the burning geode. “Everything is jeweled inside, dumbbell, if you crack it open and notice.”    more »

How did I latch on to something that wasn’t there? How did it drive my days for a lifetime? Why was I so sure of the whole scene, the whole meaning? The scene isn’t there either. The meaning of dawning coal-to-diamond intensity was lurking there, but not this one sere precious leaf igniting and accompanying a lonely eternity.

                                                 goldsworthy  rivers & tides

The marrow devotion, the doggéd daily optimism, were not there. The knight for light under all circumstance wasn’t there.
How much of the rest of my life didn’t happen?   more »

In a sugar plum-colored daze, May the bounty of days amaze. The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese, The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers. Clowns somersault, salts clown around. We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels. Pluck luck from your pudding like plums. Succumb to plums. Steal style. Flaunt jauntiness. Hail heartiness. Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.    more »