The clicks have been fiddled with. Our old-school battery operated wall clock ambles forward. U look up at him and the light coming from the au the time of morning light.
What time is it and where am I?
Well, it’s November and November is super birthday month in our family. One a week every other week throughout the month.
Before such abundant celebrations were our reality I created reasons to ritualize a life of twists and tangled feelings. I created three strands of truth to make a cross-eyed version of theatre ART. I was practicing a mantra yet to reach me: “It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to s profoundly sick society.” Kristamurti
I wrote them three blogs simultaneously to tell a complex truth:
The Safety Pin Cafe
Vardo for Two
Makua o’o
If you are similarly inclined to explore and practice a complex truth pick up one or more of these strands to see how this works … we are older now than when I wrote them but the truths have seasoned well!
E Ola mau
