Funny

Things make more sense yet I'm still afraid to jump.

Three Times

Cockroaches boring through a joint in the kitchen counter = natural disintegration of time, sadness, irritation. A hired worker had pulled out the trim to expose the damage and was preparing to repair it. But it wouldn't be the same.

Cardinal Wolsey
Close to my dream - flip horizontal and
black out the background.

"The purpose of tweeting is to pensieve," a renowned French intellectual said. He was suave and highly regarded and sexy. I interpreted by confirming with him that the purpose of twitter is to ponder. I passed the word on to a passing man who had been in the audience during the lecture. Much of the purpose of passing time is to ignite pondering.

I digitally cleaned up a medieval work of art with a black background, the profile of a man dressed in red. Possibly. There was a lot of red. A cardinal? While I worked I chatted with some kind middle aged highly respected man. He was impressed by my intellect. This is time as well - the old portrait - a profile. A decoration I intended to hang on the wall. An aspect fixed in time.

I hope pondering evokes additional nuanced meanings.

10 Years After

You thought I'd never get over you. Yet you see I've nearly forgotten you.

Today I recycled the lesser lovely greeting cards and the wretched letter of complaint detailing your faults and my anger. I've always been surprised by that letter because as time goes on your virtues grow and your faults disappear. Thus the way of loss and languishing. In another ten years you will be a dream in full and I will remember none of your disadvantages. Well, perhaps one or two of the more choice memorable ones.

However, I do not languish today. Today i rejoice and look forward to the future. I finished another crochet hat and I'm proudly wearing it right this minute. Ha!

When the magic dies

Everything is seen with clear eyes.