incense, in a sense

Decisions, decisions.  Pack this.  Donate that.  Ship these.  Store those.  - I'm moving to Boston.

Little bag of incense, where do you belong?  It sat on the table in the middle of the "maybe" things and "yes" things, but one suitcase is packed and the others are waiting.

So I lit a stick.  & discovered, really discovered, the beauty of smoke.  It curls, folds, ripples, and rises, all right in front of your eyes in this little thing called reality.  & all you have to do is sit back and watch.  What a pleasant by-product!  Did everyone know this?

So some little dinky item that I wasn't sure served a purpose in my life had me kneeling, elbows on the dresser, actually sighing "wowww" alone in my room.  Thus, I'm packing my incense and will have one more thing to do in my TV-less east coast apartment.

You have to realize beauty on your own.  No one can explain or the importance of February sunsets or heat rising off a car on a summer day.  They can try to show you, but you must find it on your own - let it bring you to your knees on your own.

I need to do more of that.  The nature within reach is enough entertainment.

If that makes me a hippie, then sobeit.

amen

proverbs

Better a friendly refusal than an unwilling consent.

There are two things a person should never be angry at, what they can help, and what they cannot.

Soft words win hard hearts.

Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away.

No answer is also an answer.

terrence malick

This great evil - where's it come from?
How'd it steal into the world?
What seed, what root did it grow from?
Who's doing this?
Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light, mocking us with the sight of what we mighta known?
Does our ruin benefit the earth?
Does it help the grass to grow and the sun to shine?
Is this darkness in you, too?
Have you passed through this night?

from The Thin Red Line