The Glass Bead Game

"Oh, if only it were possible to find understanding," Joseph exclaimed. "If only there were a dogma to believe in. Everything is contradictory, everything tangential; there are no certainties anywhere." (Hermann Hesse - The Glass Bead Game, 1943)

Joy and Uncertainty

Joy and Uncertainty

It's in her face

It's in her soul

It's her way of being

She knows no other way.

Innocence and unfailing instinct blend

To make the face of joy

I love it ... but I am uncertain

I love her ... but I am afraid.

- MJH -

My journal ... my blog

My journal ... my blog

If you want to science the contents of this journal you will sometimes succeed but you will often fail;

Nonetheless the authenticity of it is impeccable.

If it makes you feel a certain way, trust that;

If you want to validate that feeling in a concrete world tub it will sometimes prove empty.

Read this as you would a work of fiction that captures the reality of me (or of yourself) better than proofs that report to know when they only half see.

- MJH -

Seeing It

Seeing It

If it is in you to do it, it will be done

I can't be certain that you have it but I see its potential in you

It is for me to see it in you, not so for others, not so in others

But I must find ways to admit that I have been wrong more times

than I have been right

And that work is what must make me humble

My good fortune works against it.

- MJH -

Living Nearby

Living Nearby

Meanings derivative

Neighbourhood lines

Community connections

County concerns

Provincial attitudes

National perspectives

Global transitions

Rubicon crossed?

Lost in Translation

Returns Home

Hope Returns

Render Faith

Restoration

- MJH -

Love for place ...

"[To have] love for place, the way a tree would love its roots, if it could, for providing nourishment and holding it upright.    - Saramago -

'It' Visits

It Visits

-

It seems to be about

Last night it came in a dream

The light of day obscures it

But it still lingers in the cast shadows

Cast by my melancholy

Cast by my depression

Cast by my solitude

Cast by my aimlessness

Cast by my jazz

Caught by my art which no one sees?

The Joy of It

Will it ever stay? Or only ever visit?

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MJH