Met a conscious friend in the grocery store and commented that the seeds of consciousness had been sown. Now with a little fertilizer and a bit more rain...

and now, older and wiser, I am beginning to understand the grain mysteries. Ah, yes, to those who remember the enactments of the rites of Eleusis. The power of a corn ear, a shaft of wheat, the seeds of life still amaze (if I put a maize here would you laugh at the pun?) and astound me despite my advancing years.

Then dance. After all, this IS all there is. The stimulas to morph, shift, transform give way to the balance of acceptance that those who moved through are here. Those who didn't - don't know the difference.

Mysticism now is sharing through the photo, a conversation, a laugh and a hug. The future shows itself in small windows; the past unravels in dark dreams. There is now.