Ffolkes,

“Art is the process of destruction.”

~~ Bobby Matherne ~~

My only selfie….

Hajime…. While searching for pearls to use today, the gem adorning the top of today’s post, from Mr. Matherne, came first. After choosing my selfie as the opening picture, (for reasons which shall come clear….), & having decided to forgo a complete Pearl for the day, I began to search for a closing pearl. This is the first one SB showed me today, to wit:

“Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence,
and I learn, whatever state I may be in,
therein to be content.”

~~ Helen Keller ~~

It seemed to be apt, as it describes, in more than one sense, my recent path, which has been, seemingly, seeded with traps, deep holes which open up at my feet during my headlong rush to find. as the aphorism states, contentment. I know, full well, the path is an illusion, a metaphor for the journey within we all pursue, to find what we already know; in truth, the traps are of my own making, as they are for us all. Yet, like the silly human I am, I continue to search, rushing along a path I seem not to know, though ’tis my of my own design, leading only to places I already know…. Is it any wonder I am confused?….

Having written the above, my mind proceeded to go blank, in a relative sense. In point of fact, I fear am losing my urge to blog at all; I’ve been spending more time in the Big Blue Room outside the place the computer lives than I have at the computer, enjoying that time more than what is spent surfing, or even writing. My sanity seems intact, for all that, which makes me think creating Pearls is no longer so critical to staying in touch with consensual reality. Now, if that’s so, it could be a good thing, or, not, depending on whether I think too hard about it. Keeping track of sanity is, as might be surmised, a tricky proposition, at best; it seems rather like a Heisenberg issue, y’know? When one focuses on it, it slides away, becoming something else entirely, right when we think we’ve put our fingers on it.

If it hasn’t become obvious by now, I am suffering from a lack of creative energy. More accurately, the energy which, for so long, has been channeled into this process is getting used in other ways/places in my life, and the need to write is becoming diffused. At this point, I’m unsure of what will ensue; moreover, I’m not inclined to try too hard to keep things the way they were, as I am feeling more pull toward the outer world than I have in a long time. I suppose, in a very real sense, actions are speaking louder than words, & I can’t find any reason not to continue on that path….

So, for at least the foreseeable future, posts here on ECR may not happen every day; in fact, they may not happen every week. I don’t believe I’ll stop entirely; the poetry needs to keep leaking out, if nothing else. Searching out good pearls of virtual wisdom will also continue to occupy some of my attention, as I need to read as much as I need to breathe. But, I don’t feel as much compulsion to post, as the process of doing so occupies more of my attention (read: my OCD tendencies) than I currently wish to give. So, posts will be rather hit & miss, at best. I’d say I am sorry, but, I wouldn’t mean it, so, I won’t….

For today, this outburst is all I’ve got; my poem is stalled & the blue sky is calling me to go walkabout…. I guess I can only say, I’ll see y’all when I see you. I love you all, and hope your life will proceed in a manner which pleases you; the answers we all seek are right there for us to find, within, so, we all have the same opportunity to find our own peace, if we can only learn to listen to those little voices in our heads. Oh, not the ones arising out of our fears; the ones which arise from that unconscious part of us which is ALWAYS connected to the universe, and knows all we need to know…. We’ve always known the answers, you know; we just get distracted & forget to listen….

Me, I’m gonna go listen to the trees, or the waters, or the wind…. where the answers are echoed, and sung as part of the music of the spheres…. Yes, I’m a little strange, but, that’s no worry; I have always been so. I can’t say when, but, I’ll be back, soon enough….

“Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.”

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

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Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

À bientôt, mon cherí….