The Ride of Moments The Wheel of us

There are and have been some moments in my life, where I love to do nothing more then stare at the ceiling and just day dream into the night, Night dream into the day.

I have been lucky enough to be able to spend some days wondering from room to room in a dream like flop... crocheting and reading and jumping upon my bed like that of a limp rag doll. From the living room to the bed room... From a pile of mad magazines to a back yard fire with stories dancing from the page, to myeyes, into my brain and out through my mouth from the tips of my lips for other ears and minds to dance with in thought.

And yet there have been other moments when I am sailing into the charts and plan zones. Walking with a determined March one square route at a time, to scratch it all to paper and drawing boards. The rhythm of the minds heart beat, calculated and throughly enjoyed.

And then there have even been moments of the burn in feeling as if I am a big dork in public or around friends-- the blushing king of dorks am I, Queen dork of the dork people, captain dork of the Dorkship enterprise, and a complete ass for the words coming out of my mouth. The bashful side kicks in and myblanket wishes to spread over my face. I am suddenly a kid with innocent joys and blissful happiness yet no one seems to see just how beautiful those things can truly be at times. I have felt Alone in these moments and quite saddened. Yet it is there and it's big.

And then there are the moments of pure laughter and comfort with myself. The freedom of determination and absolute confidence in the voice I have been given by the great Gods of Science and sky. The fact that shit jokes and hilarity some more times save the day in the undertones of letting go, in a way are just the poetry of the cycles of life. We are a wheel of the year with in our own changing seasons and fluctuating global warnings. We are universes onto our selves, with all the deepness and volumes to fill a LIBARY ever lasting. We are immense and filled with volumes of feelings and textures. Adult and child in a great balance when we need. Walking Yin and yang.

We have the right to stair out into

Space and day dream. Beyond the world of pen to paper, number to account, face to label and name to artist we are more. Much more. We are waves of wires and wonders. We are children in awe of the moon, sun and stars. We are endless possibilities. We are folders and labeled studies for the soul purpose of satisfying the tickle of the feather light feeling we can get from the drink known as knowledge- which is ongoing, ever changing and full of passion. To read, to explore the great mysteries of what was and what will be to come. To dive into the rituals of play, with no one other then your self, or a fellow dreamer and the ablity to dream. Your living room can be a jungle, your yard a planetarium.

And The yin and yang of the wheel keeps us in balance with out us even trying. Perhaps our day dreamings comes at just the right times... In order to refill it must rain... In order to water the seeds the rain must come... The charts and plans have a place just as well as the blank pages and coloring so beyond the lines do.

We are vast mysteries... Blessings in a way. How could something so beautiful be so mixed up you ask?

Ah bacteria, we owe so much to thee– with out you we may not even exist. We owe our existence to the scum of the Earth after all! We are walking oxymorons. Have you said thank you to Cyanobacteria lately? I know I’m pretty thankful……. It’s like the scientist’s way of saying grace! A glorious oxymoron of beautiful complexities simply kissed by the mind of an inquisitive heart. Exquisite

Mmmm bacteria: The great god of science! Blessed Be!