Serendipity On-the-Go

What's That Mean?

Courage: *The heart as the seat of feeling, etc; disposition, nature. * What is in one's mind; purpose; desire, inclination. *The quality of character which shows itself in acting despite fear or lack of confidence.
Zaftig: Of a woman having a full rounded shape.
Watershed: *The line separating waters flowing into different rivers, basins, or seas. *A turning-point in affairs, a crucial time or occurrence.
Serenity: Contented tranquillity of mind, temper, countenance, etc.; inner calm; tranquillity or peacefullness of conditions etc.
Passion: *The sufferings of Christ between the night of the Last Supper and his death. *SUFFERING (obsolete). *The state or capacity of being acted on by external agents or forces. *EMOTION, emotions as distinguished from reason; intense, driving, or overmastering feeling or conviction. *Ardent affection; LOVE; a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept; sexual desire; an object of desire or deep interest.
Hedonism: The doctrine or the theory of ethics in which pleasure is regarded as the chief good or the proper aim. Frequently now also, devotion to or pursuit of pleasure.
Labyrinth: *A structure consisting of a complex network of tunnels, paths, etc., thru which it is difficult to find one's way, a maze. *A complex or confusing situation; an intricate system; a complicated arrangement.
Mesmeric: Pertaining to, characteristic of, producing, or produced by mesmerism; hypnotic, fascinating.
Quagmire: An awkward, complex or hazardous situation.
Metal: *Material, matter, substance; especially earthy matter. *Molten glass before it is blown or cast. *Hardened clay, shale; rock met with in the course of mining.
Wisdom: Knowledge, especially of an abstruse kind; learning, branches of knowledge.
Antinomian: *One who holds that under the gospel dispensation of grace the moral law is of no use or obligation because faith alone is necessary to salvation. *One who rejects a socially established morality.

Monday, December 18

Christmas Memories

As a kid, I loved sleeping under the tree.

Mom would let me bring a few blankets or a sleeping bag and a pillow and make me a bed on the floor.

I would stare up at the ornaments, dazzled by all the reflections.

Dreaming of multicolored snowflakes.

Tuesday, December 12

Boarding the train, I spotted these 2 blooms laying by the opposite door.
I wondered, had they been discarded as useless, pointless even? Or, was there someone lamenting 2 long stems nestled in amongst 10 other beauties?
But I knew as I stooped to capture this photo, these roses were truly lost.

Monday, December 11

A Riff on Passion

Passion.

That word.

That feeling.

Seeing someone playing music with passion. Eyes closed, lips moving, body in rhythm. To watch someone play the sax or the harmonica - ecstasy! Singing with passion; is there any greater joy than to watch someone singing for the sheer release of it? Actually seeing them let it all hang out in their voice. Even when singing to themselves, the soul is bare in their passionate voices.

Any art made with passion feeds my soul. From Pollack to Van Gogh, Nan Golden to Ansel Adams, Degas to Annie Liebovitz... from my 5 year old niece to the guy on the train who draws profiles of his fellow passengers.

Poetry. Literature. Even an irreverent bit of erotica. The written word that has a voice of it's own. That writing which takes on a life separate from the page, lodged in the imagination of the reader.

Listening to someone speaking with passion... I don't usually care what they talk about. Oh, you say you are really excited about the two new varieties of seaweed you've found that grow off the southern tip of Iceland? Well, tell me why that is... I'll listen for a while just to hear that thing that happens to the voice when it's infused with passion.

I'll listen and I will jones for more.

I'll listen and get excited.

Saturday, December 9

Last Night's Dream

An enormous tree descended
Rooted, as it was, in the heavens
Dark, slender branches twisted
Bearing frozen blossoms of Moondust
I lay mesmerized on a bed of sand
Toes digging with half-hearted effort
To shake off this enchantment