In from the fuzzy.

I am only as focused as my thoughts. Sometimes I get a little fuzzy around the edges. Sometimes I am a vaporous cloud blown by every curious wind. I think that perhaps my focus is cyclical, moving in and out of focus, an orbiting body whose gravity bends reality just enough to bring my thoughts into a burning pinpoint of fire. I do notice a little discipline goes a long way. Be it a physical, mental or spiritual one. We must build solid practices into our lives. Our life is our art, learn the beautiful patterns and create create create....

DysMysed

flowery dream

The flowery dream starts in a rocking boat. Strange how all journeys must have a beginning, but they tend to get lost in the whole of the adventure. Looking everywhere for your keys.. the 3rd time you come back to the house to get something for the baby. :)
Most trips have a rocking boat when you first plant your foot on the wet swollen wood of the dingy. Just reach for the the divine solid teak of your mother ship and all will go according to the eternal laws that have begot us all.
Thats when the music starts and goes all day long.

DysMysed

We all have the ability to create patterns.

(I am, am I) getting back into the writing habit...
Today a day of music. I was recalling my first days in band at school. I chose a trumpet because my uncle had one. I soon moved to baritone. Then to percussion, where I found my home.
I believe Percussion plays a large role in the way that I perceive reality. I tend to look for cyclical patterns and rhythms in everything. Like looking for the Golden ratio. It is intricately woven throughout my own personal cosmology. I love trying new musical instruments simply because of all the new patterns there are to try out. We all have the ability to create patterns out of sounds for communication. Good music is good communication.
I think there is a lot of power in that idea.

We all have the ability to create patterns.

rhythms and patterns...snrettap dna smhtyhr
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DysMysed

So much so much so much so much...

Whenever I ponder adding more information/opinions/thoughts to the great growing expanse of digital data that flows on like the mighty solar winds, I wonder what it is I have to contribute. Besides massive amounts of unedited fiddle faddle.
I think that in the light of contribution vs. creation. I fall into the creation side. Which is nice and frees me from having to think about what exactly I have someone else might need or want.
That being typed... I am going to concede that this blog is more for me than them and just let go.

Let go and fall childlike off the bed of safety and into the diaper covered floor of life. You will know its birth by the screaming.

DysMysed