O my soul, bless God.
From head to toe, I’ll bless his holy name!
O my soul, bless God,
don’t forget a single blessing! (Psalm 103:1-3 The Message)
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but by the heart. (Blaise Pascal)
I collect texture, rather than shells. I gather artifacts that fascinate me. I add texture to my journals, both written and visual. I layer paint and scribble words or make marks to add depth to the page. I glue disparate images and words together to make meaning. I am lost in the world of texture, shadows and reflections. It is good.
I am a poem, my friend reminds me via a text. I have had little contact with the outside world. My contact with the outside world mostly consists of encounters with strangers. I went to town yesterday, and met a prophet, a laundromat seer. He told me that if you are good to vegetables, they will be good to you. He told me he knows things, like he could go to the convenience store and choose the winning lottery ticket. He told me that he was bilingual, he could understand all languages. He told me other things that kept our one-sided conversation going. A very interesting encounter, which I record. It is good.
I have chosen this solitary time. Most of my interaction has been with the natural world, but technology intersects certain aspects of my life, like now while I muse here on this blog, and both are blessings. Living in silence can be restful, and other times it can cause me to feel like a trapped hamster spinning on its wheel. I may not speak much, but I still need an outlet to share my thoughts, to feel a part of others. I am not alone, but I am lonely at times. This happens to me whether I am home or not. It is good to share.