March 2011

	Two ways of seeing. Full attention to data from the eye. Equal parts eye and imagination.
3.1.2011

	Snow melts. Grass appears. Streams overflow.
3.2.2011

	Competing for attention.
3.3.2011

	Meanders of the river cross the boundaries of experience.
3.4.2011

	Roundtrip. So many cycles in a day. So many parts to an experience.
3.5.2011

	Upwelling. The dragon awakens beneath centuries of strata to find himself alive in the imagination; his body preserved in the shapes of coastlines and mountains.
3.6.2011

	Rebirth of the ego. Strong action is required but now in service of the larger context.
3.7.2011

	Asymmetrical unfolding. Persistent gridded cycles. What story is the color telling? What body springs forward from the cold?
3.8.2011

	Ice liquifies. Pools appear. Grasses photosynthesize fresh green. The land draws breath upward. A spirit returns.
3.9.2011

	Persisting through cycles. A voice in the ear.
3.10.2011

	Open frames overlapping. What supports the river?
3.11.2011

A friend of the imagination. The word 'phylogon' comes from a novel by Philip K. Dick called The Divine Invasion. His character manipulates history by rearranging a stack of phylogons. So when I write about flattened cubes as portals in time, just think of it as the fanciful beginning to a good science fiction story. Something like, "John suspected there had been a shift in the universe when moments in the day began to unfold like a flower blooming."

3.12.2011

	A phylogon closes.
3.13.2011

	Late winter undulations. Being washed one way and then another.
3.15.2011

	New feelings overlay familiar ones.
3.16.2011

	Archetypes guide emotional intensity. Breathing restores the garden.
3.17.2011

	Deep pools. Shifting shores.
3.18.2011

	Perpetual spring. Perceptual spring. Preeminent ring.
3.19.2011

	The reality of trying to connect. Outside touching in. Inside reaching out.
3.20.2011

	Fragmented landscape. Trying to map shifting ground.
3.21.2011

	Rolling forward. Looking up.
3.22.2011

	Heavy swell. Familiar form. Passing storm.
3.23.2011

	Fanning. Feathers. Fingers. Spring.
3.24.2011

	Thoughts pool. Waters clear.
3.25.2011

	Early spring in Sugar Loaf.
3.26.2011

	The science fiction story resumes. From the ether to the earth, enter three floating slightly curved fan shaped phylogons. The story passes through them like they are frames in a movie but does it lead to the past or the future?
3.27.2011

	Self organizing landscape. When the phylogons encounter Earth their relationships are expressed in a geo[logical] way.
3.28.2011

	Today's curled up phylogon reminds me of a creation myth from the Upanishads: "In the beginning, there was only the great self, reflected in the form of a person. Reflecting, it found nothing but itself." And the story begins...
3.29.2011

	Waves in a turbulent sea. Energy movement on many levels. Practice floating lightly.
3.30.2011

	Round trip road trip. Drawing on a bus. Each segment of the day encapsulated as a block. Disjointed states of mind. No wonder travel makes us feel jagged.
3.31.2011