Tuesday, September 23, 2003

Jon wants me to blog, and I have time issues. I try again wondering what words will come. Always a mystery. So much changes in a person in a day, an hour, a second. How does one capture with words a moment of what a being was when by the time the writing is done they may have evolved into something quite different? Everything changes. That's our constant.

posted by thetawolf at 09/23/03 20:54 | link | comments

Saturday, September 06, 2003

Jon returns from Italy on Labor Day. It seems as tho' an eon has passed since his parting. Both of us have had our share of adventures since we were last together - mine below ground almost entirely and his off world almost entirely. Being together again isn't a challenge so much as it is inventing an alchemy that can evolve us in a way neither of us can do alone. Our bodies are the alembic from which all things grow.

posted by thetawolf at 09/06/03 19:31 | link | comments (2)