As I begin this blog today on a chilly clear San Diego Friday afternoon, I'm wondering how to say my sense of something new starting.....It's so easy to just forget that, cliche-d or not, every moment is crackling with possibility of what's never been before, becoming to being.....Poetry often, for me, says this better than prose...As does any art which opens us to experiences, which otherwise would lay unseen, unconscious and dormant..... Mary Oliver asks us at the end of one her lustrous clear poems--.."Tell me , what will you do with your one wild and precious life ?"....So turn off your computer and listen (with your cell phone on silent mode) to whatever is quietly audible......Perhaps newness will emerge and you'll just sit there...with it ....
Enjoy....Peter
