Just checked out your blog, and it's already enriched my life in unexpected ways! Should I have guessed?
A Buddhist Friend's Sketchbook
The frames of the cartoon are all scrambled: grandma squints as she shaves her chin hair in the mirror; Fido reaches up to catch the snack, his neck straining like a howling wolf's; women sprout wings from their tresses and flutter around the room as Red Riding Hood squats discreetly on her wolf's tail. What is the Spirit guiding our forgetful father into the settling waters as Spirit, father, and waters disappear? As if we knew where anything belonged, as if we knew what anything will become.
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Ohhh, I hope the eighties don't come back :) The helmet's my favorite.
I know. Although this was technically the late seventies, I agree.
My bangs would never "feather". They just laid on my face.
I miss you too!
Just checked out your blog, and it's already enriched my life in unexpected ways!
Should I have guessed?
A Buddhist Friend's Sketchbook
The frames of the cartoon are all scrambled:
grandma squints as she shaves her chin hair in the mirror;
Fido reaches up to catch the snack, his neck straining like a howling wolf's;
women sprout wings from their tresses and flutter around the room
as Red Riding Hood squats discreetly on her wolf's tail.
What is the Spirit guiding our forgetful father
into the settling waters as Spirit, father, and waters disappear?
As if we knew where anything belonged,
as if we knew what anything will become.
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