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Permission to Grieve
More and more mornings we start the day looking at memorials for friends who recently passed. I have an uncommon reluctance to share myself in the flow of fond memories and polite heartfelt sympathies. Something in me is already done, nothing more to say, still unwilling to concede a moment of the precious present or…
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Abundance in my Life
On my last class in soul school as I dreamt of the future last night, the main course was Abundance. This word we have all heard is so popular in the modern world, yet in the ancient world it was so ubiquitous that no one even thought to give it a name. Not so long…
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Looking Up, Back, and Forward
Where and when do memories live? What is the fabric where they are woven? What is the invisible medium, the field of energy that we sense in our thoughts and in our dreams? I spent quite a long time thinking of a car ride that I made half a life ago. I could not remember…
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Maybe God is Curious, Patient, and NOT All Knowing
There is a feud going on, and on, and on. People believe in invisible things, and insist that others believe them too. I suspect these folks who insist what they insist had a certain kind of parent, My Way or the HighWay. Know it alls do value their possession of all knowledge. My own dear…
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Love of My Life
I didn’t really know it the first time we met, but for the first time in my life I saw double rainbows that day. I figure my spirit guides were up to something. They have a way of bending light when they need me to pay attention. At that juncture in my young adulthood, I…
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The Amazing Mr Flanagan
Stephanie tells us that Pat is on his death bed. She is passing through the vigil one keeps at the side of their beloved who is coming to the end of this life. I can’t believe Pat could be anything but immortal. If it is true, he will be joining Gimele in the part of…
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Seduction, Addiction & Video Games
I am unapologetically a lifetime computer geek, although dated in terms of the fast moving world of internet inventions. As a throwback infomaniac to the time of digital innocence, I am one of the best and brightest minds of a utopian generation, a time traveller who put my footsteps down in a sandbox during the…
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JUD – Justice Under Democracy
If you lived in San Francisco between 1971 and 1991, you might find a free newspaper around town called the Utopian Classroom, which was published by a group of Haight/Asbury artists called Keristans. I was one of the last generation of the Kerista tribe for the final five years it existed. A very big man, and…
TimeIsArt
Sun's Poetic Reflections on Time, Dreams & Memories
TimeIsArt 