"...taking black spray paint to your third eye."

This will be the song of the day,  the choice possibly inspired by bleed-throughs from other states of consciousness, other knowing.

“I believe in intuitions and inspirations...I sometimes FEEL that I am right. I do not KNOW that I am.”
― Albert Einstein

One day, one moment, is not like another.  Each arrives with an agenda and secrets.  If we are caught up in drama, the whisperings are too soft for us to hear.  Keeping to the bright side of the road takes fancy stepping, a choreography that I wasn't taught or, if I was, I unlearned.

I have, however, learned to notice the moments, the instants when there is a shift.  I think of Ray Bradbury's "The Illustrated Man," turning in his sleep, the images on his skin coming to life, telling their stories.  It feels to me that we are being led further and further from nuance, subtleties, the oblique, and that our own turnings go unnoticed.  Their power to direct the flow of our lives is diminished by the bludgeoning effects of what passes for information.  Comedian Bill Hicks said, "Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye."

I mention this because last night I went to bed in a state of deep fatigue.  When I am that tired, I have trouble remembering it isn't always like this, the good times are not all gone.  This morning, weariness decreased,  I was able to feel the stirrings almost too faint to be identified.  We never know when the wind will change.  All we are asked to do is know that it will. 

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