I’m on a roll with musing the memories but thought a little deviation into the universal plot thickening was on my list of to-dos today. I have been having some very odd encounters lately. A few people have popped up, almost simultaneously, taking the Power of Now into the past tense. Only in cyberworld, mind you, but unsettling nethertheless. Here I am ruminating on a dog-eared page from my passé composé in the Australian bush when an old school friend connects, a long lost buddy appears bearing apologies for life doing what life does from time to time and another ghost pursues me incognito under a non de plume. I could stop blogging and hide in my room but I’m already behind the door and, if I continue my obsession with energy saving efficiencies, I’m going to need my computer to add some heat into an otherwise finger-frigid world. Mind you, I’m a great believer in the Universe, whatever that is. I know that if I close my eyes and attempt to put my ego on hold, amazing things happen. Thanks, friends, for sharing the ride with me. I really do appreciate random connections.
‘The Possibility tickled her fancy’, a painting that no longer exists. I decided to re-use the canvas in a rash moment when materials were scarce. Yes, the possibility of ephemeral art tickled my fancy.