interesting

sometimes the salty air mixes with the tide in a special way and it just flows; and no i haven't lost my mind it's right there in the jar next to my ant farm.....

The tantalizing tarantulas have entered my head and began fluttering about as i contemplate Frouline the Hobbitess; with her big toe 6x larger than her other 8 and her foot hair so long it's braidable - really the landmark of beauty in the enchanted jungle, or was it forest?

At any rate, what if today we try some experiments, or better yet start tonight. Sleep with your head where your feet normally are. If you, when you awake, eat then brush try brushing then eating. If music is normally on turn it off. If you normally spend time in La La Land try Ga Ga land. Try standing on your head when you contemplate life's mysteries.

Try doing nothing but letting your train of thought go and see where the Spirit leads. Open yourself to the ponder things you ignore, and ignore things you ponder. Invite the Master in to do a heart check, gut check, and time check.

Reach out to that person you've been saying you would reach out to. Call the neglected friend.

Today i picked up something i laid down a long time ago - my left hand journal. Where all the entries are made with my left hand (non-dominant hand). After I master that perhaps I'll start a foot journal or mouth journal.

You know when the tantalizing tarantulas encountered the wonderful Frouline in the enchanted jungle, or was it forest?, they began having philosophical conversation about the origin of crayons and colored pencils. Perhaps, what if, they originated when the unicorns became extinct in our realities? When we move from the canvas of life to the canvas of paper? Or maybe, just maybe crayons came from a old game Frasticualinku; when the rocks no longer worked they were forced to pick crayons from the garden and envision a whole new way of playing.

Wew - what a lengthy and intellectual conversation that was.....let's move on to a much more interesting topic like "open theism" or perhaps the nature of the triple integral where we enter into fourth dimensions, seemingly beyond what our mind and visual prowess can fathom.

This writing rampage comes from a region within the wall next to me that might be a portal into the unknown recess's of rainbow's colors. Or it could be the demented mentality that is fun to live in at the moment.

I mean with all the dancing elephants around who can put there pen down. Magnificent words that are scribbled down in minutes become anthems of our times and painstaking works become fodder for the fire.

The interconnectedness of today, yesterday, and tomorrow is really astonishing in light of the relationality of humanity. What will be, will be - or will it? We'll never know because that's all that's been. SO here's to dreaming what could be, what will be, and what we'd like to be. May it all be!
Cheers.