…is the name of my newest blog. Not at all a replacement for this one–it was just created on a whim to celebrate mistakes. I’m in search of contributions! (Unless, of course, you don’t make mistakes. And in that case, I am flipping you off. Whoops! My mistake.)
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. (Henry David Thoreau)
I don’t know how I feel about this quote, which I’ve only just discovered originated from Thoreau. I’ve always thought it had to do with marching to the beat of your own drum, and I kind of like my version better, though it is less poetic. I can make peace with it for the sake of Thoreau, however, by considering that “different drummer” to be the Muse, or that Divine Spark of creative inspiration. I think my friend Henry David would be OK with that.
If… he weren’t dead. And… if he actually gave a sh*t what Terri Fischer had to say about it.
Like the hollow nothingness within the seed of a tree, which contains the potential of the entire tree, the experience of nothingness in the unmanifest field has within it the lively potential of everything in creation. (Maharishi Mahesh Yogi)
Or maybe this one is more appropriate for the oak picture:
This wildflower in the forest near the “shack” intrigued me for the same reason. The beauty is already there inside, inherent. The potential was there at its very creation. There is nothing this flower needs to do but allow itself to open.
Does that not make you want to do a crazy-person giggle/clap/dance thing? No? That is good. Someone should maintain sanity. 
