This Buddha is made of pewter. I have had him for decades. I found him (or should I say he found me?) in Chicago where I was born and lived until I moved to Maryland in 2005. He is always with me. He has gone wherever I have gone. And I have traveled to many […]
This is how I unwind. On the floor. A pot of tea. Candlelight. Fragrances. Plants. Frankincense. (My favorite.) And music in the background. Always music. However … I am sorry to report that Buddha has disappeared … Again.
I came upon this page in my sketch book. Originally it just had the column of words on the right, and some odd equations on the upper, left-hand corner. I attempted to understand my notes through extrapolation. However, I am no closer to making sense of them now, as I was before my experiment.