From time to time, notes from this series of scribblings have been posted here.
They have been stewing in the morphogenetic pot for seven years awaiting their form and time – and title. I liked the recent incarnation: “Slow Death by Zafu” but feedback indicated it was a touch morbid! Wee-me is touchy about relinquishing its solidity, unsurprisingly. Yet it never tires of seeking the very love it would melt into – if only it would melt. The notes are really about this inevitable melt-down, and the consequences of it as it unfolded in the day-to-day life of she-who-scribbles.
The notes are now officially titled “Echoes from Emptiness,” and they have a site of their own where they are being (retrospectively) posted from the beginning – day 1. The whys and wherefores are set down in the about pages. If Emptiness wishes, some might still be posted here.
I hope you’ll visit!
~ miriam louisa