Hunting & Gathering

From contingent and chaotic origins, on the plains of now-distant fate, four stepped over the grass with caution.

The Introverted Thinking type

~ an excerpted description from The Portable Jung (1976)

My own existence confounds me.

~ essay on the greatest American animated series of all time — Avatar: The Last Airbender.

~ In the first week of January 2020, I quit my job.

The ocelot skulks in the cold.

{Don the cloak of the intergalactic ninja, Zen, and fight against Earth’s ecological apocalypse.}

Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.

~ my {meandering, repetitive} riffs on religion, faith, God.

I am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.