Friday, December 31, 2021
Saturday, December 18, 2021
Welcome, lovely solitude for longer, easier work times, since the college kids (undergrads) are gone from neighborhood ambiance for a whole month.
Days go by… “saga of crafting life” (below) resulted from dwelling with a singer’s particular song which was evidently in the wake of a broken love. My non sequiturs respond to specific points in her song.
My occasioned posting on Heidegger, “engaged being,“ coincidently complements my above pretense of sagacity.
-- gary e. davis --- 12:01 AM
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
to a heart-healing folk singer in Kentucky
whose music is renewing her—and
she also thinks of California
The myths are too many to gather into a singular splendor of hope and home. Though myth itself is easily disrobed as such, longing for grand light never wanes.
We grow into a horizon that nevertheless recedes, as more new horizon—which is good: We’re drawn to grow on in our path.
I don’t feel that being more careful is often the way to gain more enlightenment. We need risk. It’s a challenge of balance: creative solitude, love for others—wanting to be loved for doing one’s best
to flourish in the balancing act: one’s life alone duly honored; life with “you” duly loved.
-- gary e. davis --- 7:59 PM