| This is a place
for random jottings and stray thoughts
which don't belong anywhere else on the site, which don't fit into it's
peculiar pattern or template, and haven't been rendered in final
form.
Who knows what will go here? One may reasonably expect to
encounter
verbal meandering, flights of fancy and thinking out loud among other
things,
but I shall try to keep the ranting, pontificating, off key singing and
bad poetry to a minimum. Given that the central motif of my life is trees, it seems appropriate to call this page "Fallen Leaves". I spend my weekends and days off rambling in the great forests of the Lanark Highlands, and I have come to think of myself as an old tree, one whose bark is weathered and furrowed, whose branches are twisted and gnarled, but whose roots reach deep into the good dark earth, drawing infinite strength, energy and comfort from the Old Wild Mother. The earth, the moon and the stars sustain me. Don't expect to encounter learned discourse, great eloquence, deep thought or original stories here, because it isn't going to happen. If I possessed such gifts, I would be making my living as a writer and not pottering along as a graphic designer and publication specialist of sorts. I will be a writer in my next life: that is, if I am permitted to return as a sentient being who can hold (and use) a pen. On the other hand, I rather like the idea of returning as an elder tree, a big rock, a timber wolf, or an owl, and they most certainly are not into pens. In this lifetime,
I am so blessed in having friends who possess
in great abundance all the qualities in which I am so lacking
myself.
Creative, learned, eloquent, courageous and very thoughtful, they form
a wonderful circle or sangha of blithe spirits, shamans, storytellers,
wise women and seekers, who are also blessed with a puckish wit and
natural
eccentricity. They are, each and every one of them,
remarkably
talented, but they rarely think about themselves and their remarkable
gifts,
about how incandescent they are, or about the magical influence they
bring
into the lives of those around them. With such splendid companions
along
on the voyage this time around, how can one be anything but contented? Possible topics for this place include:
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