Crow Splash

This variation complete at last.

The end of the week becomes the beginning of another…

Swoosh! Time escapes me…

Sometimes you feel like all you do is poke around at the edges. Surprised! by a form or a whole that takes shape.

Maybe it felt like a hole or maybe a dot, a polka dot, poke a hole in a story, bit by bit you unwind an untruth.

Could we listen better?

It’s hard in such a busy, fast paste, ooops, no, not glue! Paced as in rate of change. Speeding up we can be thrown off center, spinning, a wobble from information overload.

Once in reaction mode, its hard to slow. A chain sets off, and or binds us. Yet with care we can catch ourselves, slow our breath, tune in, take in, receive, be willing, yin and then there’s yang.

Spooning or forking? A fork in the road, you change, the drawing changes, sometimes you need to re-evaluate, sometimes you’re right, more often than not “you’re wrong” is the part you remember. It’s the punctuation, it’s a pause. Then another variation arises, in this drawing, in a story. 

A perception is a story more than a fact, what is real to us is a composite of what our eyes see filtered through brain, past experiences, tagged and patterned our mind creates interpretations of light, vibrations.

We understand through stories, narrative but there are many stories that come from the same experience and information.

What do you hear, are you sure? What do you want to hear? Not want to hear?

Blind spots, denial confusion move to inspiration synthesis, renewal…

Trying to find my way back to play today, this week, this life, in this world.

Turn off the news, it’s not news, its narrative management. It’s missing so much, the scope, the aperture has shrunk!

Can you open a portal or a magic wardrobe instead?

Where do you want to go?

The crow has a secret.

When can you sit and listen for it?

Thank you for reading and sharing with anyone you think might enjoy!