Into the Woods and Fog
I’ve been tangled up in a philosophical kinda-sorta feedback loop inside my own head. See, nearly two weeks before sitting down to write this post I ran a half marathon through the local wilderness. Anyone who carefully read that post may recall that I briefly alluded to a conversation I’d…
new old older
young green leaves, rooted intorough hewn stump, anchored uponrich forest soil, draped acrosscragged heavy stone, wedged alongancient sweeping mountains, jutting fromshifting geological faults, slipping aroundrevolving green orb, floating invast mysterious universe – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some…