Some of this is more prose poetry / journaling of sorts than anything else. This post is about the colors in this mandala. Brown: not murky brown that looks like mud dug up from the ocean floor, not the deep brown that almost looks black, like rotting wood, not tan, a muted but often welcome…
I’ve started a series of writings based on Mandalas that I’ve been coloring. It’s from an adult coloring book called, “Balance”, a lifelong adventure for me – finding balance, that is. It gets easier as I get older, due to experience, due to developing more patience, and due to the need to live in harmony…
Journal Entry, My mind has been meandering again. As I ponder my own mortality, in other words, my impending death, my extinction from the planet, I can’t help but think about the extinction of all things. Everything becomes obsolete, animals become extinct, but why? Are they experiments gone awry? It would be different if only…