David Jackson It takes one to grow one. The tank really feels empty. I think it’s because Annette tried to tell me what the picture of sweet old age is like. This brought to me what I have learned and realized about the character of the human animal as a whole from a fairly informed view of … Read more
Can I see you without me? Can I know of life at a distance Beyond my own eyes? Some see beyond their own identity, Some use more than their eyes to see, Others also see what is beyond knowing’s touch. What does it mean to reach beyond one’s self? In the capacity to see someone’s … Read more
Coming round the curve. It feels like culture has been knocked down and is now trying to get back up. Professor David Rose, author of the book: Why Culture Really Matters, is right on the mark of what I too have perceived, except he has studied it more thoroughly. He confirms what I have also … Read more
“The sense of itself is absent from the totality of reality.” David Jackson There are the tasks of daily living, and within our daily living there is an absence of belonging. We have a place in the present, but nowhere to go to get away from it. Now place this psychic absence seed in the … Read more
July! More than I wanted or expected perhaps, but still I’ve been given a lot. Validation comes to mind—we all want and need validation. I was thinking of Annette and now Eric, Dorette, Kyrmet, followed by Tony Morrison and all of those who surround me and see something that is at the core of validating … Read more
I am humbled in the realization of how limited I am regarding the dimension of my sense of knowing. How can I feel any kind of assurance about my view of the nature of life—with all of its micro and macro Cosmic dimensions—when I may well only be peeking through a tiny hole? Eat and … Read more
Is self-esteem a feeling based fantasy? I was dreaming for a longer time than usual last night. It was a very unpleasant experience of displacement, invalidation and an absence of understanding or knowing. A nightmare in the morning. In the first part I was in a workshop space where I worked independently, seeking to solve … Read more
Way late this yellow morning. The Oregon skies are full of smoke; dry, hot, August fires raging in mountains east and west, smoking the village. I am intrigued by the character of the life cycles of Earth, and as human beings, we too are subject to cyclic rhythms—will I return after death like a tree? … Read more
This is very difficult. A dream . . . I was at the university campus getting ready for a test, concluding my last course. I had already assumed my passing and confirmation and was playing with it in my mind. I was giving my answers to his questions. I did a sample test answer on … Read more
Dorette passed away gracefully in her sleep early yesterday morning. I don’t seem to feel any sadness, but more so, a kind of emptiness in that we humans come and go. Her death seems to have removed that sense of endless living we humans, and other animals, carry while alive. I don’t feel loss, but … Read more