Twenty-four years ago ..one of my brothers passed and amongst others - he left behind two small sons.
Happily, they made it..and are presently two cool young men with many of the good qualities from their Dad and others they've acquired through the years. The sadness of the loss caught and illuminated all of our lives
in the family - making available other dimensions ..the open window when the door closes.
In my case one of these insights became a prescriptive: observe and report.
Significance became a study ..like sailing lessons or, some other discipline, nothing too unusual i'm imagining.
Just the workings of a human curiosity being guided by the vagaries of attention through certain fields of interest.
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random mellwood textures: Pump
These observations are my aids to navigating the flux of a system organized by a spectral ebb and flow of erratically predictable or, even unexpected and incomprehensible energies.
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