philosophy

I’ve been writing an essay about philosophy and dreams.

It will have to be edited.

I'll post it soon. I guess it represents three decades of work.

This latest phase began in 2000 during a ghastly time.

I read it to my Writer's Group,

and they suggested I write about how I began these studies. Phew.

Where to begin?

On a personal note, I've changed colour lately. I just washed an intense henna out of my hair.

Dark red, nearly purple. Great.

Today is hot day, intimating summer.

I'm saving my bathwater and watering the garden using a watering can,
as we did when I lived in drier inland places.

I’m going to refer to several different writers in this blog:

Elizabeth Marshall Thomas,
Jean Piaget, William Blake,
Carl Gustav Jung,
Henri Bergson,
Bob Dylan,
and many more.

It's not plagiarism.

They are a part of y life and thought and advise me through my dreams.

I'll also be talking about the Clouder clan who have been keeping me company over recent years.

They first came to me in the dreams and now here they are.

Post one

In the beginning was the word