Friday, June 29, 2007


But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

Duran Duran, Ordinary World
The fractal was created with Apophysis and Fractal Explorer
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Saturday, June 23, 2007

happiness is the sound of bubbles popping in your ears

Sorry this is not a perfect image, the scanner turned the bubbles a blue tint and made the colors odd so use that wonderful imagination that you have and see this with white, crisp bubbles and smooth baby skin.....but mainly, I hope you feel the delight and the thrill of a new thing. Life through the eyes of a child is priceless and I must confess, I never outgrew that. I hope I never do. She was wiggling her fingers unconciously to the sounds of the bubbles popping in her ears and so excited.

I know I have been posting things other than my usual fractals but I am in a different space right now. Just enjoying many memories and sharing them with you. I hope you enjoy them.
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Friday, June 22, 2007

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Never judge a book by it's cover.....Nessun Dorma performed by a mobile phone salesman from Wales.

This brought me to tears almost immediately, it moved me beyond words. A complete unexpected...not only because of the genuinely humble nature of the man singing...but certainly not something I expected to see on one of these "Simon" shows. The video is not long, yet long enough to tell the story of this man and his dream beyond selling mobile phones...and one of the greatest songs I love performed in such a powerful way.

Ah, enough words. I do hope you listen to this. There is beauty unexpected all over the earth just waiting to be recognized. Sometimes that beauty is hidden right before your eyes. Perhaps in the mirror. Have I told you lately you are beautiful?

P.S. Thank you Serena Joy for showing me how to post a video.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

life is like a banyan tree, root and branches are one

So was I once a swinger of birches;
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.

Robert Frost, Birches
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Monday, June 11, 2007

i remember when

...happiness was a bowl of fresh grapes
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