Isn’t there always a 3rd option when asked a choice question?… to make it YOURS? To transform the urgency of the asker into YOUR sanctuary of a question? To Re-set the stage of the questions to respond YOUR way?
Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s a great place to place a flower. Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s refillable. What’s your point?
Is the glass half full or half empty? Do you not work with what you have?
Is the glass half full or half empty? Ok, geeezzzz, you got me. It’s neither…
Is the glass half full or half empty? And, you’re not pouring, why?
Etc, etc, ad infinitum and nauseum… though, in YOUR way…
Notice the eclipse WITHIN the sun, and the magically watching eye-wings as vision to take you new places… focus so intense that it dilates time to open
who you were when you were born, Self, return, identity, bright success in context
(c) 2010 Jordan Hoggard
supportive, prosperity, storied conversation
Each Birth
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now. A false sense of urgency is not warranted. A presence to the process of the journey Comfortable in the not-knowing, Where forgetting, is for getting, Makes more room for the good stuff, Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step. Especially, those steps where there was no ground as you began to step, Your Fool Step stepped into your Inner Solar System As you cascade outwards In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits More ground to support Your every Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory? Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present, And simply enter from different portals, Though they certainly enter,
Memory fueling the present That nourishes every future dream,
Each birth, Each birth is brilliant in its age.
“Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.“ ~ Marion Zimmer Bradley ~”
Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Always now. Always now. A false sense of urgency is not warranted. A presence to the process of the journey Comfortable in the not-knowing, Where forgetting, is for getting, Makes more room for the good stuff, Is…
May the ground rise up to support your every step. Especially, those stepswhere there was no ground as you began to step, Your Fool-Step stepped into your Inner Solar System As you cascade outwards In your actions,
And orbit into your realm from your actionable orbits More ground to support Your every Leap of faith step.
Memory is dream? Dream is memory? Death is the Mother of memory, till-nurturing the soil of future dreams From the perpetual present.
Both live in the perpetual present, And simply enter from different portals, Though they certainly enter,
78 Whispers In My Ear
A (mostly) tarot blog by a mother and writer drifting through the universe.
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