SWIRLING THROUGH SYMBOLIC SYMPHONY: Sheldrake, Q, Geddes, Quantum Tumbler
Note: this post does not follow any logical progression, rather it loops . . . Not that I meant to
Note: this post does not follow any logical progression, rather it loops . . . Not that I meant to
Monday morning, “time to start again,” I said to myself I as I went to my computer and found the
I’ve decided to mostly focus on right here, right now, in this blog. However, there are times when (one possible)
Note: And I do mean abruptly! In the middle of composing this post I shifted. Spelling out my feelings in
On my long walk with puppy Scampi two days ago, I had two strange encounters that puzzled me no end.
Let’s see . . . what’s foremost on my feverish mind? Is it the cat crunching on the dead rabbit
It looks like he’s lifted his own gloom. (See first post, today.) and yet, wait a minute: two of his
While I appreciate Mike Adams, I also consider him somewhat of a doomer. Which to this double Sagittarian, is a
On Monday this week, I attended my fifth Supper Club, a new monthly Bloomington venue for the those in this
While yes, over the weekend I was focused, with part of my busy left brain on events beyond this little