all my worries far behind....

back to my late-late-late night ramblings, listening to that fab new eric clapton and jj cale song... lordy lord its such great a Mark Twainesque Huck-finish song (well if author and character ever managed to meet on some middle ground banjos and guitars in hand...) So yes, i know, i know i am supposed to display art work, intentional cyberstuffs and what not. well, i'm having a mighty hard time with scanners n' other technological handcapping dependencies (i'm waiting for the day they device a TDD- technologically deficient disorder for people such as me'self,) so for now, we'll have to stick with......well other things, like 3am river rides.

hmmm.... main reason for the duchamp toilette? well, besides for having had a particularly harrowing experience today involving a crapper (lea- don't you dare tell ;) i decided that i shall find art/joy/beauty in all sorts of randomly spontaneously appointed objects. i'm feeling very jack karouac these days, seriously contemplating heading on a major zen/highway gig for a while... finding all the mad, mad people, the folks who are mad to live, mad to laugh, mad to be...people who burn, burn, burn like fabulous Roman candles exploding like little spiders across the inky skies.... oh yes. that is it. right there. ;)

Oh, i guess, i should forewarn you all, i'm on a bit of a buddhist streak (sans the "self-discipline thing" and the "limits are positive" sort of thing) well, actually, what happened was...someone gave me a book in exchange for a book (i do that sort of thing on the occasion- half my books have stories and belong to random strangers- like a lovely Minnesotan couple i met on a ship from Greece etc.) and in that book, it quoted another book. so i bought the second book, a buddhist book. voila! it turns out that (minus all limit related things) i am in fact quite buddhist- believing in things like self-awarenss, self-happiness and well, just being and knowing it. kinda cool, in a backwardly enlightening way. how this affects any of you, me or the nature of this blog, well, we'll just leave that highway wide-open....

Quarter Moon in a Ten Cent Town

Greetings again. With some encouragement, I've decided to return to the blogosphere. the past few months have been a whirlwind of living, wayfaring and wonderful. i've been struck with a wanderlust to see it all, feel it all, be it all... i feel like i'm returning from a long roadtrip to the Blue Ridge mountains...traveling so far away without ever having left... it's brilliant to look back at the troubles and triumphs of living and know that the ride is far from over ;)

so, i've been thinking... if i start my blog again, i'd like to do so with intentionality (which is one of my new life mantras.) although i am not a regular blog reader (old-fashioned me) i know that many are forums of discussion, religious debate, social invovlement etc. i'd like to do something a little more organic (yes, in a technological sphere.) i want to make my blog an art space- open-ended like one of my group-meditation exercises at hebrew school. i want to give room for those brilliantly colorful voices, the bluegrass photos, the cinnamon shaped doodles, and the moon-mad scribbles of those of us who live and know that we are living... i want a blog that celebrates the process of becoming who you are.

a long time ago i realized that one of my life missions is to celebrate the bereishis in people (a book i also happen to teach.) i get an incredible high from that creative fire, the burning energy that thrives in the core of our beings...the light that makes us realize that all of our life's travels are but one single journey, one wayfaring unpackaging, one art of being.

so, i'm open for contributions, i have a few to kick it off (email: dee.hin@gmail.com) i was planning on collaborating with some fellow artistic souls (tho not a requirement: besides, artistic does not imply socially conventionalized "arty," but rather a creative thinker, the light-winged agile minded, he who is self-aware, and the meditative but conscious....) some folks lined up: a harmonica railway player, a long-skirted photo-mystic, my neice...

namastaei.