March 2014

	Snow. And then sun. Winter. And then spring. Asleep. And then awake.
3.1.2014

3.2.2014

3.3.2014

3.4.2014

Even while enduring the most efficient optimizations, informed by mass media, pathologized by pharmaceuticals, loving unattainable objects of desire, still, This comes to me. Indulging in intoxicants, seductions, acquisitions, accomplishments, still, This comes to me. Orthogonal to the optimization, within the system itself, self reflection occurs; and from the emptiness of what isn't said, still, This is.

3.5.2014

3.6.2014

3.7.2014

	To the city and back. Optimizing my children's experience.
3.8.2014

	Today the vibrations of thick ice letting go of the roof and meeting the ground
3.9.2014

	Daydream shit hitting the reality fan.
3.10.2014

	Novelty springs, moment sings.
3.11.2014

	A flower, green at the roots, regards soil as something separate.
3.12.2014

	Meltwater rivulets, iced-over by winter's goodbye touch, long for their lover, spring, to make the earth wet.
3.13.2014

3.14.2014

	Emptiness framing emptiness.
3.15.2014

3.16.2014

3.17.2014

3.18.2014

	Analyzing the weather while ignoring the rain.
3.19.2014

	goosepond a goose sits on the lawn robins eating worms puddles instead of ice a day when there is still snow but not much Happy Almost Snow Gone Day am I spring now?
3.20.2014

	Consuming Noticing Feeling Knowing Flowing
3.21.2014

	On the way to the studio this morning I saw a hawk building a nest high up in a nearby tree.
3.22.2014

	how dreams fade...
3.23.2014

	Obvious Obstacle I woke up performing repetitive tasks hoping to avoid an obvious obstacle.
3.24.2014

	Funeral for a robin; killed by a hawk, eaten by a crow, and witnessed by us.
3.25.2014

3.26.2014

	I confess, the butternut squash that I bought in October, despite my best intentions, sat in my kitchen until March. With not small amount of guilt and some prompting from my wife, I abandoned the squash in front of the studio window. This morning I watched a skinny doe tear away huge orange chunks and gobble up seeds; having what looked like her first real meal after a long, frozen winter.
3.27.2014

	Unity of opposites.
3.28.2014

	Being open to whatever happens on the page requires accepting turbulence and uncertainty but allows conversations with dragons.
3.29.2014

	Rainy day practice, Feeling for forms.
3.30.2014

	In spring, expansion. In tune, resonance. In sight, interdependence.
3.31.2014