We have broken snow globes all over the house. I keep asking myself why we have so many globes of illusion constanly flowing through our lives. They look so lovely, delicately displayed visions of capturing everything good in life and keeping it all safe inside the shinning glass. Problem is it isn't what it seems. One wrong motion and the framer of something beautiful becomes hundreds of sharp pieces capable of causing pain, while the delicate scene is left naked in the real world of unprotected limitlessness.




shake it again and the magic stays inside
the glass bubble, recreating the magic. Over and over-
so safe and predictable.

Wait - Alexi Murdoch

This is my current favorite Alexi song. So much of what he sings describes so well stages in my spiritual jouney. It helps to know your not alone in your sufferings and yearnings.

Shattered realities

Little splinters of what I once thought the world was continue to swirl around and around, when they cross my path I get stabhed. I feel the cold blood of a world lost and broken, trickling over my head and through my eyes. The wound is fresh again and I can't see through the film of red, pain is all there is. I yearn for a reality that doesn't define everything, that doesn't bind me small in packages of perception. Where are the magic words to dissolve the lines and make everything whole? Maybe some of the splinters will become a part of something much bigger. Something organic and alive instead of rigid and strong.