http://www.transmutationmovie.com/#about-2
I know anything that reminds me, quickly, of being alive, in the moment, open, awake, still and ready, is a very good thing to bookmark. Our eyes are that camera. The rising steam from a cup of tea is just for us, the dew on the grass, our tennis shoes in the sand, right now to observe and allow ——– all experiential happenings bring us back to mystery.
Life as Improv 
looks like an entertaining
way to shake things up!
better than glancing
at the news 🙂
Would seem so,
but the news doesn’t get my glance
so much anymore. 🙂
The news: Top story: The Birds Were Up Before the Sun
Calling Us to the Day!
yes…and an update
mockingbird reciting happening
now in the backyard 🙂
Beautifully expressed. My favorite of late is the disappearing of the ‘me’ when looking into clouds. The heart leaps with joy. Much love Mx
Oh yes, the sky is so available, isn’t it, for such merging! Love the way you express this, M!
Life …a most beautiful mystery ….love megxxx ( beautiful Marga )
Much love back your way, Meg!
Shall I bring the popcorn?
Yes! With real butter 🙂 I’ll bring home-brewed Komucha! Can’t wait, dear friend.
Looks amazing, Marga. I am savoring the reminder of limitlessness. The trailer was perfect for me this evening. Like one emerging from a string of days without nourishment, one bite can be an entire meal, a precious hint. Love is rampant…
Michael
Oh, I hope on this Friday your string of days is over and your cup runneth over with ambrosia,(or maybe merlot:) I get these chills (like when I watch this clip or someone is talking to me and they open up their truth), and I wonder if the body rushes are clues. Clues of what? I think they come as I get closer to truth, energy, passion, interest, something other-worldly, with words so true and images so much like the eyes I know I can see with…(there is a possibility of hot flashes, but I don’t imagine those are so well-timed;) Love is rampant, you nailed it. Peace to you going into this weekend, Michael!
every day, we meet and greet among the most mundane spaces and i hear you most often from that space, not really caring about naming place… and not always knowing what’s going in words and sentences that form and go well together in compositions but don’t translate in lucid lines that simply form light and such… and sound. and when i come to sit with words and learn the words “transitioned friend,” i understand that this is why i often leave all words behind because it doesn’t matter how the words are said. these things happen, and they shock us. and yet, that story’s yesterday’s news, so why even write this, now?
because you’re in the three gardens, now, among new beds of flowers and it’s very necessary that i buy three teapots… just in case i need the touchstone when we meet and greet.
and so i am greeting you with teapots among the pansies. oh, and there’s a pot for cocoa, too… in my gardens. and so it’s abundant here with tulips opening… not eaten, this year.
i thought you might want to know. ~m
How blessed I feel to be sharing in these three gardens and three teapots. I can feel my feet straddling the lines – feels like I have 3 feet, perhaps we do, have 3…a tear trigger is felt for the gifting of words no longer needed yet given with such grace. I think I cried and made the salty ashley river (that runs by the boat) for such a thing to know and be known. shushing myself as I head to sleep and dreams of tulips and cocoa. xo! m