Hiding in plain sight

The weeks are riding easily on the backs of days, sliding by. Meanwhile these juggering days etch their grooves into the surfaces of my memory. I pace down each rut, open to something previously tucked in around the corner. My view has become, in the last year at least, that we make the meaning as we look into the moments and the memories. When I stumble over the new meaning I am teasing it out from myself, not from the event. The tricky bit of that is stating it this way to get my meaning out to you while I know also that "out from myself" is not separate from "out from the event" or "out from the past". I am brought about by the causes and conditions of what is.

I make the meaning.


It makes the meaning.


We make the meaning.


The meaning is made by the systems of Its.


The meaning is hiding in plain sight.


Four weeks have gone.


What's to come?

[4 x 7 days]