Clear Blue Sky

Now they claim it is 'meteorological spring' and yet here it seems winter maybe only just begun. time marches on...

d and d alike are dying, so it seems. time marches on.

so why the trampling unicorns?

::the colonies burst free, there will be no more dark entrapping strongholds::

you want I should consider more freedom? willforce? what is it?

:: D o you want what I want? do you ask to see if you do agree? if you agree ...

Yes, Psi, that is the word that has sprouted into this coming year. The profound has stated it. The pragmatic has said so. The Spirit has requested it. The Flesh demands it to sustain. Then also the goals I perceive that I want to see accomplished in this year:

1. That I will not let the sun go down on my wrath. As the sun is setting, in my home or on the road I will reflect on any anger that I feel, and lay it down toward resolution.

2. That I will guard the ...

Psi, now winter has come on us. and the cycle begun in the fall continues on. And I have a feeling it will last the winter, so I am hunkering down, as if one prepares for the Seige of Winter, the Wolf at the Door. yes it will the challenge ignites again in March, toward the end of winter. I prepare for the long campaign of battle, and with the resolve of what I love of me: Equanimity the bridge said. Peace. Fairness. Mercy where mercy is prudent. Love and Appreciation I have learned inspired ...

I am not going to try to explain at this point, not to myself, like the door in the dream you always knew someday you were to enter. there it is. the frogs. the mutant frogs like the double-headed conures, the friend on the platter, the trout butchers even now when the fishman seeks to cause me ill and all on which you trust and rely has turned traitor. when the world makes no sense. acolades and shunning side by side.... was it not so before? Rosencranz, Gildenstern..... but this springboards ...

Well, Psi, the summer has passed now. At the beginning I had asked of our relation why I always questioned you, now we had an understanding towad the end and a direction and I find myself questioning myself.

Am I an incourragible power monger? The mutterance, murmurations, murduration......

:: and the songster wrote: May the LORD cut off all flattering lips and every boastful tongue that says, "we will triumph with our tongues; we own our lips -- ...